�Shhhhh� It�s ok. Why are you crying?� I asked her. �Maggie, I�m going to be single for the rest of my life, aren�t I?� Sara cried. �No, Sara you won�t! You�ll find him, I promise you that. He�ll be just like you want him, caring, gentle, someone who will love you for who you are.� I said trying to comfort her. �No. I�m going to die a lonely old lady with 5 million cats. I�m too pathetic for anyone to love me!� She replied. �Now, don�t say that. You never know. Why don�t we go upstairs and get ready for bed. It�s already midnight.� I suggested. �Ok.�
Once Sara laid down on her bed she was out like a light. I put the cover over her and sat down on my sleeping bag on the floor to think. I didn�t want her to be sad or lonely and she deserved to have someone special. So, after 10 minutes of thinking I came to the conclusion that all the reasons I didn�t want to do this was ruled out by the fact that I owed it to her for all she had done for me.
I managed to scrape up a piece of paper and a pencil from Sara�s messy desk. I placed the paper on the floor and leaned over it getting to work on my latest masterpiece. I carefully drew two crystal blue eyes, then a nose, lips, a powerful jaw, and when it came to the hair I mixed the blonde and brown together to get a sandy-ish blonde that look light brown. And I continued all the way down until my man was finished. I sat up straight admiring my work. Now it was time for him to come alive. �Ok, you can come to life now. Just walk out of the picture.� I said and he did.