Fail Big If You Have To, But

Hope Doesn't Mean Anything. ... Action's The Only Thing That Counts.

Maybe Everyone Is Just Waiting For Someone Else To Save Them.

Unlike My Mother, My Father Does Not Cry Quietly. His Wails Roll Out Like A Wave Of Pain, And I Scramble To Roll Up My Window. My Mother Cannot Hear That. I Cannot Bear To Hear It Myself. I Am Not Used To My Father's Crying. I've Had No Time To Harden My Heart Against Him.

I Wished I'd Known Weeks Ago That We Didn't Have To Be Chaperoned. I Remembered My Old Daydreams: The Prince And I, Alone Together, Cuddling And Whispering... I Probably Would Have Wised Up And Brocken The Engagement Sooner.

The Sudden Silence Is Horrifying, And It Seems To Catch My Mother Off Guard. A Tiny Whimper Escapes Her, The Sound Amplified In The Stillness. Surely, My Father Hears Her Now; Surely He And I Can't Go On Pretending She Isn't Crying.