Kelly saw diamonds raining from the sky and tugged her mother’s hand. “Look, Mom, look! Can I make a wish?”
“Not now, darling. I’m trying to listen to the news.”
Kelly didn’t understand why anyone would care about things like exploding false payloads and nanobots and drones when the stars were out in the daytime, sprinkling diamond dust over everything. Maybe if she caught some, she’d get her wish of Mom listening to her? She let go of Mom’s hand and grabbed the doorknob.
Instantly, Mom was holding her. “No, we have to stay inside. Maybe your wish will help.”
Author’s Note: Every night, I sing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” to my daughter.
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