I glance around, horrible memories of my mother and father coming back to me...reminding me of how they died. I swallow, remembering that I have to take care of myself, my sister not in my life anymore.
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