I knew the power of a single wish, after all. It was like a whisper in the wind, barely heard but with the potential to create a storm. It was like a drop in the ocean, seemingly insignificant but with the ability to create ripples that reached the farthest shores.

Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world. That was the power of a wish. It held the potential to set in motion a chain of events, to bring about a change that seemed impossible.

I knew the power of a single wish, after all. It was the spark that ignited the fire of hope, the beacon that guided the lost, the force that propelled dreams into reality. It was the silent prayer whispered in the darkness, the longing that reached out to the universe, the yearning for something more.

Invisible and inevitable, like a force of nature, the power of a single wish was undeniable. It was the belief in the impossible, the refusal to accept defeat, the unwavering faith in a better tomorrow. And with that knowledge, I held onto my wish, knowing that it had the power to change the world, one beat of its wings at a time.

© Beatriz Esmer