After helping Mum with the chores around the house, I decided to go back to my room.
I looked at the bed and instantly spotted the box.
I sighed. Should I really open the box Ms. Jini gave me? She was a crazy old woman. There could be a bomb in there for all know! I sat next to it on the bed.
Eventually, the curiosity started to win me over. I slowly unlocked the latch and opened the box.
What I saw inside made me laugh- hysterically.
You have got to be kidding me!
I pulled the object out, amused.
In my hands was a golden pot. It reminded me of that thing on Aladdin. I guessed it wasn’t exactly a pot since there was a spout on it. It was more like a kettle.
“You’re joking with me. This is what’s going to change my life? Ms. Jini, you are officially a nut case.” I mumbled to myself.
What am I supposed to do with this?
I examined the designs on the lamp. There were traces of dust on it. I grabbed a shirt off the floor and swiped it off. Some of it wasn’t coming off, so I rubbed it off with my finger.
There, all better.
I was about to put it on my desk when it suddenly started vibrating. I froze.
Kettles aren’t supposed to vibrate.
I brought it closer to me. What the hell? Does it come with batteries and vibrates?
I went to examine it under the kettle started to burn my hands. I dropped it hastily. \
It then rolled on the floor and started shaking everywhere.
Now I’m a little freaked out. I scampered back until I hit the wall.
Smoke started coming out of the spout. It was spreading everywhere in the room. I couldn’t even see the floor. I closed my eyes and held my breath as smoke filled the entire room.
Soon the smoke cleared up, I quickly swatted some smoke away from me. The gas could be toxic for all I know.
What the hell?
The smoke completely cleared the room and a small figure was in the center of my room.
My jaw dropped.
In front of me was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She had blonde, almost white hair and bright blue eyes. I examined her and looked at her outfit. It was a silky white tank top and a tan corset was wrapped around her waist that brought her breasts out. She had a long blue skirt that went all the way to the floor.
She looked like a little wood nymph.
“Hello, are you the one that rubbed my lamp?” she asked in a melodic voice.
I couldn’t find my voice, so just nodded like an idiot.
She smiled widely and her eyes filled with excitement.
“Hello Master, my name is Clarissa. You have rubbed my lamp and now I shall grant you four wishes,” she said professionally.
I snapped out of my daze and looked at her in disbelief as my brain started running a mile a minute. What did she just say? Wishes? That’s not possible.
This is probably just some sick joke. How did she even get in here?
“What are you then? A genie?” I asked sarcastically.
She smiled at me, oblivious to my sarcasm.
“Yes! I have been serving for thousands of years. You are my next Master. It’s an honor to serve you.” She bowed gracefully. “Excuse me Master, what year is it?” she asked excitedly.
I looked at her incredulously. Now I know this girl was messing with me. Is something wrong with her?
“2016.” I trailed off slowly, hoping not to startle her.
Her eyes widened. What’s up with her?
“I’ve been in this lamp for over four hundred years?! Wow, I guess it will be nice seeing the world again.” Clarissa said in awe, looking around my room.
I was seriously thinking she needed to go to a mental institution. I’ve had enough of this.
“There’s no way this is real. Either this is some really lame joke or you are a serious whack job. Did that old woman make you follow me?” I muttered.
She looked at me confused.
“What’s a whack job?” Clarissa tilted her head.
It’s official. She needs to leave.
“Well as fun as this is, you can leave now. See ya later sweets.” I gestured to the door.
Clarissa stared at me in shock.
“You don’t want to use your wishes?” she said incredulously.
“It’s not like it’s going to work anyway. So keep your wishes. And four wishes? It’s supposed to be three.” I laughed harshly.
“It would be three if you used a wish,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Oh really? Fine then! I wish for my mom to be cured! Think you can fix that?” I snapped.
Clarissa snapped her fingers and smiled softly.
I grew even angrier.
“You have the audacity to think you can solve my mother’s cancer with the snap of your fingers!? Well congratulations,” I gestured to my room in mockingly. “You did absolutely nothing! Go back to wherever you came from and stay there” I said bitterly. Without looking at her, I stormed out of the room.
Feeling the need to see my mum, I go to check on her. I knocked and opened the door, but she wasn’t in bed. I frowned. That’s weird, she’s always in here. Did she decide to move around? I walked around the house to see if I could find her. I heard singing and I made my way to the kitchen.
I stopped at the entrance and stared at her in shock.
Cleaning the kitchen counter was my mum as she was singing a tune under her breath.
This isn’t real...
Gone were the tubes and air cart. Her skin had its normal tan glow and her body looked completely healed. Her brunette hair was down to her waist again. When she started chemotherapy, she lost all of her hair. But now it’s back.
She didn’t notice me watching her dance around the house. I gulped.
She used to do this all the time until she was diagnosed. She never had the effort to do anything after her first chemotherapy session.
Mum finally spotted me and smiled.
“Hey sweetie, your father and I are going out soon. We’re going on a date.” she sang.
I looked at her shocked.
She never goes out anywhere. I just nodded my head in shock and she kept moving around the house.
What the heck is happening? I think about Clarissa.
She couldn’t have...
I ran to my room and found she wasn’t there.
Where could she have gone?
I heard muffled sobs broke me out of my frantic thoughts. I looked around and couldn’t find the source. I went lower to hear better.
I finally found the source coming from on top of my bed. But it was inside the lamp. Was the lamp crying? I realized that maybe someone was inside.
But that’s crazy. It’s impossible.
But who was I to judge? I didn’t know anymore. I just saw my mom perfectly healthy after years of cancer. Anything is possible.
I felt guilt flow through me. Clarissa was being helpful, but all I did was snap at her. I needed to apologize for my behavior.
I awkwardly put my mouth near the spout.
“Clarissa?” I whispered.
The sobbing stopped, but I heard little sniffles. There was a growl that responded, making me jump in fear.
What was that?
“Clarissa, can we talk? I need to understand what is happening.”
I felt the lamp vibrate and I gently placed it back down.