The shooting star going overhead makes me feel like a kid again. A small kid at least and that’s something I haven’t felt in a while.

I can’t help but standing up from the semi-wet grass I have been sitting on in Mister Watson’s backyard, balancing on one leg and closing my eyes, wishing upon a star for probably the first time since I was six years old.

“I wish, I wish that everything can work out for us for a change. I just want this place to be the last place we sleep until we can find a home again…” I keep quiet for a while, not sure if...