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!
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot