My childhood was rowdy and fun. I had three siblings that annoyed me to no end. My elder sister was always picking on me. I had two younger brothers; the elder had no respect for me at all, while the younger was stubborn and never listened to me.
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Once, we were all outside at night and saw a shooting star pass. I didn’t know what my mom and siblings wished for, but I wished that all my siblings would disappear.
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A few days later, my wish almost came true. My youngest brother was bothering my mother while she was working on something. She had meant to push him gently out of her way, but he slipped and hit his head on a sharp edge. There was a big injury right on the middle of his forehead and blood was gushing out of it in large amounts. My mom was frantic and scared as she carried him to the hospital.
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That night, everyone was worried. There were no shooting stars out that night, but I still made a wish and a promise too. I wished for my brother to be alright and promised that if he was, I would never get angry at him, shout at him, or wish he was gone ever again. My parents came back with my brother later night and he was alright. He had stitches on his head and was in pain despite all the pain killers, but he was alright. He talked and complained all night until my mom put him to sleep.
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I later broke all the promises I made, all except one. I never wished for anyone of my siblings to disappear ever again, instead I always prayed for the good health of every member of my family.
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