I swallow. "My parents used to work all the time," I explain. "And when they came home, they were pretty worn. Got mad at my brother, kicked him out. Haven't seen him since," I sigh, looking at the floor.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot