Daniel wished he had a brother. All the lucky boys had them; big brothers to help; little brothers to make them feel big.
Grandma wished she wasn’t ill. She wanted to watch her children and grandchildren grow, but couldn’t even cook dinner for her youngest son.
Mom wished life was less complicated.
When Grandma died, Mom cooked and took in her brother like a child of her own. So Daniel got his wish; Uncle Brother was fun. And Grandma looked down from heaven and got hers too.
As for Mom: “No foolproof wishes,” she said, and “No fools here either.”