Daniel was walking home with his mum. He was tired. It was past his bedtime and although he tried hard to deny it and be a “big boy”, he was fighting a loosing battle. Just then, his mum gasped and pointed, calling to him,
“Daniel, look! Make a wish!”
A shooting star raced through the sky, blazing a trail of fire behind it. Daniel loved shooting stars. He closed his eyes and made the same wish he always did. He wanted a baby brother. His mum wanted a baby girl. His mum rubbed her expanding tummy as he opened his eyes. With a knowing look in her eye, Daniel’s mum spoke.
“I wonder which one of us will get their wish,” she smiled.