I glance back at them and my mom just nods, sighing. I look down and she just looks at Mariah, her crawling over to them. She wraps her arms around my mothers legs.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous! — Charles Perrault
