And then she'd laugh right there, that musical laugh that made Mr. Higgens feel like the world was okay after all, or at least it was getting that way as fast as it could. Someday these seeds will grow up to be a forest of dreams come true. I know it will be that way, for it must. That is the way dreams are. I wish I had your sweet sense of confidence.
Confidence is born of trust.
And then she would go outside where the wind caught her hair, wrapping it around her face, and raced with her across the backyard out to the edge of the field. It was a bird with a broken wing. She reappeared a minute later. No one I know loves things like you do. Love is the secret ingredient.