“Look,” Saphira said, voice soft. She had tilted her head back to look at the sky, her eyes wide. “How can anyone be blue when the sky is pink?”
There was amazement on her face, a smile tilting her lips, and all he could think as he looked at her was: “How can anyone be blue when they’re standing next to you?”
Saphira turned to him, and he realized he had said that last part out loud.”
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Aamna Qureshi,
The Baby Dragon Café