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My eighth birthday was the first time I got my birthday wish.


My older brother had stolen my Batman comic the day before. He was always doing that kind of thing to me. So when the birthday cake came at my party, I closed my eyes and blew out the candles. I wish Jared was dead.

My mother found him at the bottom of the stairs that night with a broken neck. Everyone said it was an accident, but I knew better. A wish is a powerful thing, and you can make anything happen if you want it enough.

A week before my ninth birthday our dog bit me. My parents said it was my fault, that I shouldn’t have been teasing him. That’s fine. I was always patient, and I knew it would be my birthday soon. When the birthday cake came, I blew out the candles and made a wish. I wish Max was dead.

That night Max ran out into the road and was hit by a car. Another accident, they said. I knew better.

I didn’t make a wish every year. Wishes are powerful, and you can’t waste them on little things. When my parents got divorced, I didn’t try to wish it away. When Mom started drinking, I didn’t do anything. When she moved to California, I let it happen. You can’t rely on wishes to solve all your problems.

Dad got remarried last year. His new wife doesn’t like me. Last week Dad told me that she’s pregnant. Last night she was talking on the phone. She didn’t know I was listening. She doesn’t know I heard her planning to send me to live with Mom after the baby is born.

I don’t want to leave Wisconsin, but I’m not worried. It was my fourteenth birthday today and I knew just what to wish for.

Anyway, I should probably go. I have a lot of work to do if I want my birthday wish to come true.

This one won’t be as easy as pushing Jared down the stairs.


Credits to: duckrental

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