I follow the winding path toward the fountain. The mostly dry basin is full of stagnant rainwater, disgusting muck, and an endless number of leaves. A few quarters sit at the bottom of the bowl too, but it’s the gold coins that catch my attention. “Make a wish.” My dad offered me a golden coin from his satin drawstring bag after tossing his into the fountain. I crossed my arms and raised my brows. “Those never come true.” He cracked a smile. “I used to think that way too.” “Really?” I asked, surprised. “Yes.” He nodded. “Then one day, I made a wish and then I met your mom, and I never stopped
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