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.
It makes things grow, and plants new things, and fixes them when they're broken. That's the way it must be. Someday my little friend will fly again, for I am dreaming it in my heart, and dreams are bigger than broken wings. Mr. Higgens stood silent a moment, his mailbag in his hand. Deep down never-ending hope.