Biro and Photoshop. Pictures taken with my phone.
There will always be a bit of make-believe in our minds.
Even when we grow up and forget that the stars slowly fall from the sky,
we’ll never stop looking for a wish.
He stared at me. “She liked you, boy.” The intensity of his voice and eyes made me blink.
“Yes,” I said.
“She did it for you, you know.”
“Gave up her self, for a while there. She liked you that much. What an incredibly lucky kid you were.”
I could not look at him. “I know.”
He shook his head with a wistful sadness. “No, you don’t. You can’t know yet. Maybe someday.”