“What’d you wish for?” “My lips are sealed on this one.” A sly smile flitters across Paige’s mouth. The button-sized dimples make her look like a little girl. She learned early on, the power of those dimples. The world has been at her mercy ever since. “But you always tell me. You tell me what you wish for and I-” “You make sure it comes true,” she finishes. Six months after our Mama died, I’d found Paige crying in our parent’s closet. Bundled in Mama’s old terrycloth robe, tears streamed down her pudgy eight-year old face. “What’s the matter, baby girl?” Paige shook her head violently, her platinum hair stuck to her cheeks. “Please don’t cry. You can tell me what’s the matter. I won’t tell nobody, I promise.” Her bottom lip quivered but her blue eyes, so light and clear they looked like quartz, looked up at me. “I’m never gonna get my birthday wish ever again.” I closed the door behind me and wiggled in next to my little sister, wrapping my arm around her slender shoulders.
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