mom, the stars tonight are not what they seem but so, so long ago. so all our wishes were futile. those disney movies told us nothing but lies. and those that did come true were just coincidence or luck.
yet as your granddaughters still make their wishes, i do not have the nerve to tell them this truth. for the illusion of hope is magical enough. especially for any grown-up who is lucky enough to keep their inner child and still believe that there are other ways to achieve your wishes. just like how there are ways to achieve your dreams. right out of the same night sky that illuminates them into reality.
shepherd’s flock
a few lambs with no bells—
my mother’s last wish