Reid@YWP

This year feels … 

different. 

Like there’s anticipation 

hanging in the air. 

This year feels … 

scary. 

Like there’s so much 

uncertainty 

I made brownies and carefully placed choco chips on the top,

I carved your name in the raw top,

maybe I can grant your wish and be yours, 

perhaps I can wish you over with sweets. 

When I was a kid, I had a near perfect childhood. I had friends on the same street as me, and we rode our bikes around the neighborhood playing cops and robbers.

Growing up, music was always a constant. 

Then, it meant very little to me. 

It was only background noise, but always there. 

This year,

I want my family and friends to be safe.

I want them to be happier than they ever imagined.

I want to see smiles that shine brighter than the sun.

I want to hear laughter that last forever.

This year,