Crackle-Crackle-Crackle, my wrists pop it is morning and I am in my bed my dad is in the kitchen, well I think it is him because I can smell bacon and he loves to cook bacon. He came in and dressed me we went out in the kitchen. He was putting the bacon in the blender. As I came up to the kitchen table for some reason my wheel chair was moving on its own. I started into a seizure then I woke up outside by the flower garden I saw a lamp and something started coming out of it.
It was a genie in the lamp it came out and said, ‘’you have one wish and go’’, apparently he could read my mind. In my mind I said, I just want to move my body and be able to talk just be a normal fourteen year old boy. Boom, I was in my flower garden and it was all a dream I had no gene that made a wish but my dad told me he loved me. And we started eating; well he was feeding me I always wish I could talk to my dad that would just cure and fix everything that has happened. They would know when I wanted something, or just wanted to tell Paul thanks for all he does to stick up for me. I guess I will just go on with my life tell my body gets too old to put up with everything and breathing I never will find out if my dad wants to kill me tell he just does.
