Little Mari, a year younger than five-year-old Zooey Davidson, took her by the hand as they ran toward the wishing tree. In their free hands, they each held a colorful cloth provided by Tala, who looked like she could be Mari’s teenage sister but wasn’t.
“Danilo helped me put my first one up. Now I’ll help you.”
“Did your brother tell you what it is?”
“Of course. It’s a wishing tree.”
“What do you wish for?”
“Anything you want.”
“Can I wish to go home?”
“I don’t know. A lot of the kids don’t want to go home.”