I saw a shooting star last night. I didn’t tell mum that I got out of bed and made a wish. But this morning there’s a fluffy puppy downstairs in the living room.

Mum says it’s a surprise for me but she’s always been against me having a puppy. Why now?

Days pass and I soon regret this wish coming true. Puppy’s are hard work. You have to take them for walks, change their bed, feed them. They are always excited. It’s exhausting.

I saw another shooting star last night. I made a wish and this morning when I came downstairs it came true.

There’s no soft barking, no chewed shoes by the front door. There’s no cute cuddles, there’s no squeaky toys anymore.

I wish my wish didn’t come true.