There’s an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted. Once all the houses have been ripped apart. The wind will hush, the clouds will part, the rain will stop, the sky will clear in an instant. But only then, in those quiet moments after the storm, do we learn who was strong enough to survive it.
- I decided to serenade my sister this morning after going for a run....rMe: *singing the first verse of Do you want to build a snowman?*rMy sister, Molly: "It's 9am"rMe: "Do you waa build a snowman?" rMe: "It doesn't have to be a snowman"rMolly: "Go away, sofia"rMe: "Okay, bye."r.......rMe: *starts singing second verse*rMolly: *throws pillow* GO AWAY I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!!r.........rMe: *runs away giggling*