I'm done wishing.
Why?
Because I realised something.

When I was younger, every chance I had, I would wish for the same thing. I wished for the same thing for years.

My wish:
I wished that mum would be happy and that we would live on a farm and have a dog.

One day, when I was bringing the washing in at Two Chain Road, I realised something.
I had all of that.

We lived on a small farm.
Mum was married and happy.
And we had Gypsy.

I was happy when I realised that.

But then it all turned to crap.

So I have given up on wishing, because when you get your wish, it doesn't last long.