Sarah often found herself starting to say those dangerous words at random times.
'I wish…'
But she always forgot about those words right before she said them and would carry on with what she had been previously doing.
'It's a children's game,' she often thought to herself, 'wishing on those little things like candles and stars. Waiting and praying and knowing deep down that eventually (eventually) someone would grant that childish wish and it would come true. Right.'
Sarah was too old to play those sort of games—much less believe in them.
Wishes didn't come true. Sure, maybe you could wish that you wouldn't get socks from your aunt for Christmas and lo and behold, you got bath salts instead. Sarah understood those wishes.
But, honest to God, 'please bring him back' types of wishes couldn't come true. How could they? There was no one out there to grant them.