Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow... Bella's Lullaby

Thank you, Wanda. My sister. I will never forget you. Be happy, Mel. Enjoy it all. Appreciate it for me.

You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.

Sometimes, kismet happens.