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“Mitch, wake up. Look!”
He stirred awake as you jostled him. You’d appeared in his room again, and although he wondered he never asked why. Your voice was quiet, but excitement was clear in your tone.
He grunted, rising. You gestured at the window, and he saw streaks of light. He rubbed his eyes before he saw them clearly — shooting stars.
“What do you wish for?” he asked you groggily.
“Can’t tell you,” you muttered playfully, but you leaned into his shoulder.
He was okay. He’d lose his childhood tomorrow — head into the storm of adulthood.
But he’d be okay.