”It was a grey morning the sun wanted to come out.
In her warm clammy hands she had found a seal; a seal of approval?
Things were going to be okay.
Lindsay had found hope.
Was it cliche? Was it sad? Was it anger?
It didn’t matter.
The furry little cozy seal let her know that through those clouds the sun would shine so strong it would dry up any tears that would roll down her beautiful face. She could rest her head on a cloud of daydreams and twirl her strawberry blonde hair and remember all the fun and future fun…
…everything is going to be okay.
Love, Mario”
