“Can I make a wish?” “Of course. I don’t know about you, but I think wishes should happen more than once a year.” A smile swept across her face—bold and bright and vibrant—and her pure happiness stitched up a part of my heart I didn’t even know was broken. “That’s what Mommy used to say!” I felt the weight of her words settle deep inside. Warmth bloomed in my chest and only continued to grow as she decorated her muffin. She worked so hard to find the perfect balance of sprinkles and strawberry Greek yogurt disguised as frosting, her tongue poking out between her teeth as she decorated. Once
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