Could it be...

When I stepped out for some peaches and watermelon, the night was cool and lovely. I thought of my parents and their fondness for evening walks by the river. All the barges drawn long in the water, their string of lights, and the dark bank.

I looked up suddenly at the sky to see how many stars were showing and--it might have been a trick of the eye, but I thought I caught a shooting star. The moment was so perfectly timed that it seemed even a half-second before or after would have felt staged. It was so brief I thought I had imagined it, but I choose to believe I got lucky.

I made the wish I'd forgotten to make at the blowing out of my birthday candle.