I nod, glancing around. "Seen a short girl with long blonde hair, green eyes, a whiskey in her hand?" I ask, flicking my eyes to the bar, knowing that's the first place my mom would go. "Or a tall guy, brown-ish, black-ish hair, blue eyes?" I ask, knowing my dad would be trying to get my mom to stop drinking.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers