She cries on my shoulder, practically soaking my shirt it tears, and I pat her back sympathetically, "It's alright. You don't know if he's gone. He's still with you," I whisper to her, sighing, "Right?"
She nods slowly, wiping the rims of her eyes.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I glance upstairs, sensing someone, and tell Jackie to stay downstairs. Walking up and Into the twins' room I room I see Jace. I cros one of my feet over the other and sigh, "Hey."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities. — Dr. Seuss
