"But, in the end", I whispered, "it becomes okay."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I continued.
"That's what I love about us humans. We fall, we break and sometimes our pieces are shattered across the room in a dangerous way. We cry, we gasp and we think we won't survive but we do. We get up, brush ourselves off; try to collect and fix our broken pieces. I swear, that's what I love about us humans. We possess the ability to carry on, with or without, the missing pieces."
