Tiny fingers entwined with mine as we walked down the sidewalk, coins bouncing in your pockets and a smile as bright as the sun—that never showed his face to you—was tattooed on your small, thin lips.
“If you could wish for one thing in the whole world, what would it be?” You said through your teeth as you tugged me closer to the bus stop.
“Hm, I don’t really know. You?”
“I would wish for many wishes,” you laughed as you sat on my lap once we found a bench to rest on. “then I get to wish for other things.”
“Now that is just cheating,” I tickled your sides as you poked my dimple.
“Well, whatever you wish for, in my eyes, I see you only as a winner—even if you don’t win things in life.”
The tears knocked on the doors as they waited impatiently to escape as I looked into your pure eyes, painted with three shades of blue. “Thank you baby bro, thank you.”
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11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
