I smile at Jackie and shrug, feeling something reappear behind me. I glance behind me to find my mom, her aura shining gold around her. She smiles and kisses my cheek from behind, whispering to me that I forgot something at home. She sneaks it in my pocket and I feel embarassed, burning red, "Thank you mom..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Someday, everything is going to go right for you, and it will be so wonderful you won't even know what to do. — Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham, Questionable Content