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!
Spend your days thinking about things that are good and true and beautiful and noble, and you will become good and true and beautiful and noble. — Matthew Kelly