“Go on, girl,” MeMaw said as she passed by, giving me a knowing nudge with her elbow. “Wish for what you really want. And none of that vague ‘peace on Earth’ crap.” I snorted. “You’re terrifying.” She winked, the reindeer ears on her glasses bouncing as she moved toward the snack table. I grabbed a star and a pen, my fingers steady now. No second-guessing. No overthinking. I wrote one sentence. To never lose him again. The wish felt raw, vulnerable, like I was laying my heart bare for the universe to see, but it was the truth.
