Without a word, I walk through the bathroom to get to the closet we shared. I find a bag and am almost brought to tears at the thought of doing what I'm doing again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
He smiles and points to me. "Mommy said we could stay awake." He giggles. I nod and flash a smile back. "She said she was stressed and needed company."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear