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"Well, sweetheart, what did you wish for?" Mom's voice is as warm as the fading glow of my eighteen birthday candles. My eyes dart to her fiancé, who smiles, blissfully unaware that he's been my wish for the past two years.
A sly smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I say, "If I tell you, it won't come true." She chuckles softly. "Then let's hope that it does." I doubt those words would ever leave her mouth if she knew the truth.
