My mom slaps his hand away and I swallow, reaching for him. She drives off before we an touch and I break out crying again, burying my head in my arms.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders