It just might come true.” I remember my mother telling me this over and over when I was a little kid. It was one of those things your parents tell you that you think sounds stupid as shit when you’re a snot nosed brat, but that comes back to haunt you when you move out and on your own. Had I known the truth in those words, I’d have taken my mother’s advice and been a lot more careful about what I wished for over the years. But not this time. My twenty-fifth birthday was amazing. A group of friends threw an awesome party for me, and made me feel really special. I got lots of great gifts, but I was a little surprised when my three best friends chipped in on one gift for me. I was even more surprised when they handed me a card and nothing else. “What’s this?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment. “Where’s my gift?” “That is your gift,” Brian said, and nudged Robert and Carlos on either side of him. I stared blankly at them. “Trust me,” Carlos said as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips, “you’re gonna love it.”
