When I was a little girl I wanted a sister more than anything.
I loved my little brother (hair pulling little mongrel that he was) but when my parents told me they were having another baby I wished on everything I could think of that it would be a sister: Wishbones, falling leaves, an eyelash on a cheek, the first street light turning on. And stars. So many stars.
My little sister’s not well at the moment, so I’m doing a lot more wishing. Every star in the sky, Mae. I love you.