This one is special to me, because it’s inspired by my own memory. I’m generously donating this one to Imy. When I was around 8 years old I finally saw my first shooting star. I had been searching for so long. It was December 14th, and my dad picked me up from my ballet school’s performance of the Nutcracker. There was a meteor shower that night so we planned that we’d drive to the park near our apartment after the show. We got to the park and the sky was crystal clear and I was pumped for my very first meteor shower. As soon as I opened the car door to get out of the car, a massive fireball streaked across the entire sky just before my eyes. It was huge, and bright and went from one end of the sky to the other. It didn’t go by in a flash. It was like it was making sure I saw it.
So now Imy has that memory too
And, yes, my dad used to call me pumpkin.