Wish

by Barbara O'Connor

Then Gus stood up and said the perfect Gus thing. “Let’s have some of that blackberry cobbler before supper.” So that’s what we did.

“You can’t judge people for the mistakes they make. You judge them for how they fix those mistakes.”

How I had Gus and Bertha treating me like a princess and those good-hearted Odoms thanking the good Lord for me at the supper table. How Howard was the nicest friend I could ever want. How I had these beautiful mountains and that little porch under the stars. I just hadn’t seen all those things until now. I’d been so busy making my wish that I hadn’t seen things the way they really were.