I glance around, horrible memories of my mother and father coming back to me...reminding me of how they died. I swallow, remembering that I have to take care of myself, my sister not in my life anymore.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
'They are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.' — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights