Paolo joins me on the bed, where I'm on my tummy, writing on my diary.
I wish I had fairy godparents, ma!
"Why, honey?" I ask.
So I can wish for you and Papa to get back together again, and it'd come true!
"Ohhhhh, you wouldn't want to wish for that, darling. If it came true, we'd have no peace at home like we do now." I wink at him and smile.
He pauses for a moment, then declares--
Okay, I'm changing my wish then. I wish Papa was honest and loyal to you!