I nod at Ian's words and my mom shakes her head, "We're not worried about her drinking. I'm just...not very happy about the fact you guys are having that."
I smirk and keep from saying anything that would get me in trouble.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I sigh, "I just want to know what your problem is. I don't understand why you're so concerned with what Ella decides to do. She's your daughter, yes, but she's grown now."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy