" I wished that my hand would work again," I tell him when he climbs in after me. it was my first wish and the only one that mattered.
"I wished my mother was here tonight, which is stupid, because it's an impossible wish." He shrugs and turns to me, drowning the smile that cracks me every time.
"It's not stupid to want to see her again."
"It wasn't so much that I wanted to see her again, " he says, looking at me with the depth of more than seventeen years in his eyes. "I wanted her to see you. "

― Katja Millay , The Sea of Tranquility