We are certainly a response to our upbringing, good or bad. I hope my son reflects that his parents were fun, giving, loving, and cared more about him than ourselves within a structure that encouraged responsibility and independence.
"That the wind came out of the cloud, Chilling & Killing my Annabell Lee." In my perspective, This picture explains the quote that i had sited from the poem. Annabel Lee was killed, Gone forever. But still loved & Held so dear in the writers heart.