Safe, for a child, is his father's hand, holding him tight.

Motherly love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.

A sister is one who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.

Josh grins. "Just give me your hand."
"W-what?"
"Your hand," he repeats. "Give it to me."
I extend my shaking right hand. And-in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true-Joshua Wasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into my veins. Straight into my heart.
"There," he says. "I've been waiting a long time to do that."
Not nearly as long as I've been waiting.