21The mint green and pink quilt, in the bedroom where I always stayed, looked like stale candy now, as did the lavender butterfly curtains. The dresser was decorated with a tiny square mirrors, like from the 1940s. On top of it was a photo taken of me at age four or five, standing between my cousins, Sandy and Joe. I was holding a Bible that was almost bigger than me. We had performed at church that day, the three of us singing a song I still remembered:
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in his sight,
Jesus loves the little children of the world
Skye and I were putting on our pajamas when my phone chimed with a text from Javi.
Javi: When you get back, I want to take you to the moon.
Me: The moon will be
