As a child, did you ever wonder what you would do if you were granted 3 wishes, like in the fairy tales? I did. I always thought it would be nice to solve world hunger, to stop world war and banish abuse completely. But whatever I wished for, I would save one for myself. I’ve always wanted to die happy. I didn’t want to die like my grandpaarents did – angry and bitter with the world.
These were the thoughts going through my head as the old man waited patiently to grant me my wishes. I have no idea how I got here, or how I summoned this... genie, and to be quite honest I don’t remember anything that happened to me. I don’t think I want to know, judging by the skulls that littered the floor about my feet. In fact, I don’t even know if this guys a real genie. Couldn’t hurt to try though, right? I finally looked up and spoke my mind.
“I want to die happy.”
I don’t remember hearing the reply of the genie, or if he even replied at all. My head hit the ground with a thud, but I’m only guessing that.
I died that day. But I died with a smile on my face.