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!
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman