What-ifs are for fools. We are here because are meant to be.
There are some things your mind has been hiding from you.
Stupid deer," I said, embarrassed about being startled. "We need a ladder." "I think they're easier to shoot with a rifle." "I'm not talking about the deer," I said, hitting Milo on the back of his shoulder. "We need a ladder to look over the wall." "Or a catapult," Milo said seriously.
I vowed to never, ever talk or reason like an adult.
Not likely. Dreams are pretty and usually involve horses or rainbows or castles, or big-
He came into the world like a delivery that no one knew what to do with, and nobody wanted to sign for.