I go into the fridge and begin to raid it though, grabbing ham, cheese, bread and manionesse. Then grab two sodas and head back into the room and begin to make some sandwtichs.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
The doctor puts on ultrasound and does the thing with my stomach, looking for the embryo. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, him freezing as he looks at me, "I'm so sorry...but, I can't find it. I'm afraid..."
I tune everything else out and let myself break into tears.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
