I swallow. "My parents used to work all the time," I explain. "And when they came home, they were pretty worn. Got mad at my brother, kicked him out. Haven't seen him since," I sigh, looking at the floor.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going. — Christopher Darlington Morley