“I wish Paisley were a person,” my ladybug declares, musing at the breakfast counter.
“Oh, that’s interesting. Why, Buggy B?”
“Well, I wish we had more people around,” she answered.
“You want more people around?” I questioned with curiosity.
“See, if Paisley were a person,” her hands moving dramatically as if to help explain and emphasize her assertion, “there would be another kid around.”
My heart drops, knowing where this is going.
“I wish we had another kid around that I could play with.”
“I wish we did too, Jessie. I’m so sorry we don’t,” feeling the ache of all Jessie has lost because of Krabbe disease—her only brother and the all too high risk for her to have more siblings (biological).