Shooting Stars

It was the peak of the Perseid meteor shower a few days ago. Growing up watching Disney, I've always wanted to see a shooting star. Even as a young adult, having spent my whole life learning about logic and reason, there's still this small light of hope inside that if I wish hard enough, a shooting star would hear me and make my wish come true. My wishes have grown bigger and bolder; from the desire of turning into a princess to being happy everyday. There's so much I want to wish for. I want to wish for everyone I love. I wish I could write them all down on a piece of paper and throw it up into the sky and a star would reach for it. 

We all could use a wish, especially this year. And so on that day, I waited for the dark sky to rain stars. I waited since 8pm, craning my neck and straining my eyes, just staring at the black sky. But there wasn't even one star in sight, just the moon lonely hanging, surrounded by the polluted air. I wanted to be sad alone, to bathe in my own disappointment, but I had my sisters with me, and when they're with me, I can forget about how sad I am. Each of us was guarding a window, and I thought to myself, how grand it would be if we could watch the meteor shower together, I imagined the stories we would tell in the future, digging up a bigger hole of disappointment.

We slept in my sister's room that night. I woke up multiple times throughout the night, scrambling with eyes barely open to the window and checking the live discussion on youtube. When I woke up in the morning, I felt like I didn't work hard enough, I should have pulled a chair out to the garden and stayed up all night. I felt so guilty, that I didn't make it happen, I didn't give a spectacular show to my sisters. 

But then I realised, we actually had a great sleepover. We watched Toy Story 4 and sang Barbie songs while waiting till the said time the meteor shower would start. Maybe it didn't go as planned, but it turned out better. I thought I was going to stay up alone but my sisters joined me in my yet another 'exciting' plan since our childhood. I'm glad I wasn't alone, waiting for a star that never came, and I guess I didn't need a wish that badly, because I have two amazing sisters, and they're the brightest stars steering me away from my polluted dark mind.

Someday I'm going to cry when I finally get to see a shooting star. Someday I will. But if I'll be alone without my sisters, I rather I never will.