I nod, glancing around. "Seen a short girl with long blonde hair, green eyes, a whiskey in her hand?" I ask, flicking my eyes to the bar, knowing that's the first place my mom would go. "Or a tall guy, brown-ish, black-ish hair, blue eyes?" I ask, knowing my dad would be trying to get my mom to stop drinking.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. — Neil Gaiman