Stuck. (Currently re-writing the entire story )

Prologue

There was a family who weren't rich nor poor, they  were happy with there jobs,  the mother who was a baker and the father who was a carpenter. At the time they had a son who was only 5 at the time his name was Karlos, they were a small family, but they were fine with that.  It's not like miracles could happen in a night. 
     Karlos was looking out his window staring at the starts, wishing he could have a sister. He just didn't want o be alone anymore. " I just want a sister!" He yelled when he said that a shooting star came passing by,  but he didn't believe in the "whishing thing" . He once was foolish  to believe that a piece of rock could answer his wishes, Karlos was tired of staring at the stars. So he went to bed tired as ever. But Karlos didn't know that the piece of rock could answer his wishes.