Rayah just sits there awkardly, looking down at her baby girl as she sighs. I glance at her and sigh as well, "Atleast Jae is okay. You wont have to raise them alone."
She glances up at me as well, "We don't know if he's okay..."
"He will be," I interupt, "I promise."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
