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!
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind