"Look! A shooting star!" you exclaim excitedly. Your index finger pointing to it. "Make a wish with me Jacob!"

He quirked an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"Just hurry, before it leaves!"

He watches as your eyes close shut tightly. He smiles lightly before closing his own.

In a matter of seconds, your wishing was over. As is his. "What did you wish for?"

"I'm not suppose to tell you," he replies.

Pouting, you playfully glare at him.

But what you didn't know is that he didn't have to make a wish. Cause his dream is sitting right beside him.