I glance back at them and my mom just nods, sighing. I look down and she just looks at Mariah, her crawling over to them. She wraps her arms around my mothers legs.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly. — Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead
