I unfolded the paper. The beautiful cursive handwriting with the title You're Still The Same Inside struck me immediately. I noticed the refrain:
You can dream it, you can see it
But you can't hold it in your hand
You can want it, you can need it
But you can't make them understand
You shouldn't have to hide
Because you're the same inside
Your heart can be broken
Your hopes can be lost
You've got to live
No matter the cost
Even if the tears refuse to be dried
You're still the same inside
I folded Mrs. Trevott's son's words carefully and placed them in my pocket. I looked out the window and discovered that the football field was bursting with activity.
Key and Gwen stood on a small hill at the corner of the field so they were raised above the crowd slightly. True to her wor
