How To Believe
She looked at the stars hidden in the sky high above and shouted to her older step-brother, “Look, a shooting star!” He glanced up and sighed. “I see it, Samantha.” He sounded irritated, but Samantha ignored him. “What do you wish for? I wish for a pony – and a puppy!” Once again, he signed. She doesn’t get it, he thought. He sat down next to her and said, “I don’t believe in wishes or dreams or magic, so please don’t ask me again.” She knew nothing much of her new brother but she wanted to find out more. “Why not?” He glanced up at the sky and took a deep breath. “I believe everything has failed me lately. I don’t want to believe…. not in anything. It distracts me from everything. It just gets in the way.” She looked up at him and said, “Maybe believing is what you need now. You need to be hopeful that things will get better soon.” “Maybe I don’t want to be hopeful.” he snapped. “Well, you don’t have to but I hope you do.” She left him and he glanced at the sky. He would tell no one but he believed.