>Noelle took her hand off Dess’ leg and started moving it towards her face, but paused and asked, “Is it okay if I touch your face?”
>Dess nodded.
>This warmth didn’t burn.
>It spread through her cheek and into the rest of her head, like a calming blanket of heat.
>The way Noelle held her cheek was so gentle and loving.
>Dess couldn’t believe this was the girl that used to be her tiny and meek sister, scared of her own shadow.
>Even her voice had that same gentle and loving quality to it, like the voice of an angel, instead of the stuttering, unsure, and stilted speech she used to have.
>She wished she was there to see Noelle grow up.
Ough I love writing I’m so full of words