He called out for me from his top bunk, worried, I hurried to his aid. I found him sitting up in bed, his forehead pressed against the window, 'I think I just saw a shooting star!' Relieved, I asked him if he'd made a wish, 'Yes..... it was that you'd come see me.' I guess shooting stars are special, and wishes really do come true.
Joining Mamabyrd in her weekly 'Impressions' post.