Twice in a Blue Moon

by Christina Lauren

Charlie is more than a trip. She’s a sparkler, a firecracker, a fistful of gunpowder. Marco is my calm, Mom is my home, Nana is my conscience, but Charlie is my wide-open sky, my free-dancing, stargazing wild rumpus.

I’m fighting the fear that I’m no more than a stepping-stone to every man who has ever meant anything to me.

I want every wish he ever makes to be for this. A penny in a fountain. The first star. An eyelash. Eleven eleven. Just for one more time.

For the first time in my life I get it: home isn’t always a space; it can be a person.