Tara followed. They all acted as if they were really going to give me a birthday present. Dad opened the garage door. There it was. The bike. It was perfectly shiny and new-looking. No scratches anywhere. That must be the surprise, I thought. They figured out a way to get rid of the scratch somehow. Or maybe they got me another new bike! “Do you like it?” Mom asked. “It’s awesome!” I replied. Tara said, “Cool bike, Mike. Mom, I want one of these for my birthday.” Then she jumped up on the seat. The bike fell over on her. When we pulled it up, it had a big scratch on it. Mom cried, “Tara! Are you hurt?” I couldn’t believe it. What a nightmare! It was happening all over again. Exactly as it had happened on my birthday. What’s going on? “What’s wrong, Michael?” Dad asked. “Don’t you like the bike?” What could I say? I felt sick. I felt so confused. Then it dawned on me. It must have been my wish, I thought. My birthday wish. After Tara tripped me and I fell on my cake, I wished I could go back in time and start my birthday all over again.
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