For years I’d begged my dad to take me camping with him. On my twelfth birthday, he got me my own gear, including a cobalt cup with white flecks that looked like stars. He told me to make a wish on every one of them and, if I was lucky, one of my wishes might come true.
He wanted to take me camping with him the next weekend, but Tina had her birthday party, so I spent the day with her. The weekend after that, the new Biker Doll movie came out so I spent the day with Amy. Dad only got one day off every week, but there was always something else to do.
For my thirteenth birthday, I spent the day in his empty shed, staring through tears at that cobalt cup. I spent every white fleck wishing for just one more weekend.