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.”

me to imagine somewhere better.

Near the end, we found Captain Harris’s page. Beside his pass, he had written:

Pilots are taught to trust instruments when clouds hide the horizon. Children like you remind us to trust hope for the same reason.

Mike traced the ink with one finger.

Then Stella turned to the final page.

A crayon drawing rested beneath a clear continue reading …