Our family was flying on a Make-A-Wish trip for my sick son — halfway through the flight, the pilot said, “Mike, there’s one thing about this trip that you and your parents know nothing about.”

shoe tapped mine each time the crowd cheered.

Three weeks after we returned home, a large package arrived.

Mike had been too weak for school that morning. He lay on the couch beneath his favorite blanket while Stella opened the box.

Inside was a handcrafted scrapbook bound in navy cloth.

A paper airplane had been stitched across the cover.

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