Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.
“My mom said I shouldn’t talk to strangers.” Timidly Said by a boy ages 5 or 6.
“Well, my name is Eddie, now can you tell me your name little boy?”
“T-Timmy, my name is Timmy.” Then he absentmindedly touches his sides looking uncomfortable.
“Does it hurt?”
“You know lying is bad.”
“A little, I guess.” Finally answering truthfully.
“Well Timmy , today is your lucky day. I am a genie, and I can grant 3 wishes, whatever you like Timmy.”
Eyes shines brightly, he tries to smile, but failed miserably.
“Yes! I’ll give you whatever you want.”
As I scan his face,puffy, heavily bruised, and full of scars, still looking happy and innocent. I knew that I have to give everything he wants. I’ll give him anything, whatever it takes.
“Yes Timmy, anything.”
He looks up, clearly trying to think, he then shakes his head as if he agrees to whatever he thinks.
“ Can you repair my toy car?“
“I can. Yet I can buy you a lot more toys, a lot more car if you want to.”
“Really? Thank you.” He smiles brightly, trying to stand up, probably to jump.
I put my hand into him.” Don’t stand .please. Stay put.”
“Sorry.” He mumbles.
“Never mind that. So what’s your next wish?”
“Can you help my mum?” He mumbles again.
I choked back my tears. “I’ll try.”
He’s trying to think. I can see that he’s not satisfied with my answer.
“ Well, I don’t think I want any more toys, just fix my car and my mum, please” He said after a moment.
“No, I’ll give you your toys and fix your mom, after all, I am a Genie!”
“I knew it! I’ve saw you in Aladdin. And you are powerful. So I knew that you can fix my Mum!” He sounded so relieved, so contented.
And I hate myself for lying to him. But I also can’t bring myself to tell him the truth.
“So what’s your Final wish, little Tim?” I asked to change the subject.
“Can you free my dad?” He said in a heartbeat.
“Are you sure?” I dunno if I heard him correctly.
“ Are you really really really sure?”
“ I know that Dad hits me sometimes, even Mummy, but he loves us!! He just hits me, be-because I’m a bad boy, and his just di-disp-disciplining me. Please, help my dad. He’s a good dad. In fact, he’s the one who gave me my toy car.”
I can’t breathe, I can’t look at him anymore. My fist is shaking, and he’s probably noticed this because he looks so scared.
I tried to smile, not to scare him
“ I’ll see what I can do ,little Timmy.”
“Can you free me dad? He’s not a bad guy,believe me. Can you?” He asked again.