The man looks distressed at first and then saddened, "It really depresses me how you don't listen to me at all, and then cower whenever your mother speaks. What did I do wrong?"
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
My mom looks at me, not saying a word before speaking, "I...I dissagree with your father. Your old enough to make your own decisions, and...if you want to do that, it's fine. Just...remember that you still have a life ahead of you, and don't take advantage of what your allowed to do now."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien