For anyone who has ever wished for a
super power, beware. It's not always as great as it may seem. You
see, I have a super power so I know what I'm talking about. I was
born with it, my dad is a scientist and created some kind of super
vitamin that he had my mom take while she was pregnant. It was only
supposed to make her very healthy, which it did, but there was a side
effect he hadn't counted on. I learned of my uniqueness when I was
5. My baby brother was about 2 months old at the time and I was very
upset that they spent so much time with him. Every little thing he
did was sooooooo cute that I just got pushed aside. So one night I
went into his room to reason with him but as you know, babies are
clueless.
I stood by his crib looking at him
through the bars. “I wish you were a puppy.”
There was a quick flash of light and
poof, my baby brother was gone and a cute, little puppy was sitting
in his crib staring at me. I couldn't move. I was scared, happy,
anxious and mad all at once. I didn't know what had happened or what
to do. The puppy took matters into his own hands, er, paws and
yipped. My parents came on the run. My mom gasped and nearly
fainted.
My dad was calmer and knelt down beside
me. “Honey, what happened?”
“I wished he was a puppy, but I
didn't mean it. Honest! I'm sorry!” I wailed.
“It's ok, honey. Just wish him
back.” Daddy looked so calm and he was patting my back.
“Ok. I wish my baby brother was
back.” I said choking on the sobs.
Another flash of light and poof, my
baby brother was back. My mom quickly checked him over for any signs
of puppy and hugged him tight. My brother was smiling and making
happy baby noises.
My dad hugged me. “You did good
kiddo.”
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