by Carol Armstrong
And when we bury our face in our hands and wish we had never been born, they dont sit up very straight and observe that we have brought it all upon ourselves. They dont even hope it will be a warning to us. But they come up softly, and shove their heads against us...he looks up with his big, true eyes, and says with them, "Well, you've always got me, you know. We'll go through the world together, and always stand by each other, won't we ?"