“What should I wish for?” Master Gooway asked.
“Wish to find your son!” Joseph blurted out. After their conversation at the library several days earlier, Joseph had been desperately looking for ways to help his new friend find his lost child, and the green light seemed like the perfect way to finally do it.
Gooway, however, sighed, and turned to walk back down the stairs towards his apartment.
“What are you doing?” Joseph called out as he rushed to catch up with Gooway, “You saw the car Georgie wished for, you could find your son!”
“No” Gooway responded, “It’s too easy.”
Later that night, confused by his new acquaintances antics, Joseph lay in bed pondering why it mattered that making a wish was easy. If he was looking for his own son, surely he’d wish to find him, especially after seeing the outcome of Georgie’s childish wish.
“Maybe there’s something he’s not telling me,” Joseph thought to himself, “Maybe he knows he’ll never find him, or maybe he doesn’t want to, or maybe.”
All of these maybes made Joseph’s head hurt, he felt lost and confused when his mind wandered into the abstract as it often did. Yet still, he felt determined to help Gooway, this time in a way that took more effort than a few words uttered in the presence of a blinding green light.
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