“That stuff is dangerous, but I let you do the right thing.” Your mother scolds and she leaves the room.
“Son, can you give your old man a hand up?” your father insists.
You go over to him and grab his hand, but instead of pulling him up he pulls you down. He goes into your pocket and pulls out the powder. With his stronger muscles he pulls himself up and walks into the kitchen.
You scramble to your feet. “Wait Dad! Don’t throw it out.” You protest.
What he does next surprises you. He pours a glass of water and sprinkles some Wishing Powder into it. He mumbles, “I wish that…”

You don’t hear the rest of what he said but soon enough…