Her dad cracks corny jokes and I laugh. He tried so hard to be funny and I just loved him for that. I smile when his sister falls asleep in my arms. Chance holds my hand and the world seems perfect.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights