Early Saturday morning Juliette and her mother walked into Mrs. Green’s foyer. Ampersand was still eating his breakfast but he left the bowl and gave a happy howl with his chin raised high up in the air and his tail wagging quickly. This howl was reserved for the happiest of moments. Juliette laughed and howled right along with him.
Juliette’s mother motioned for Mrs. Green to come closer.
“All week long my Juliette has been so excited to see you. She keeps repeating a word I am not familiar with in English. She keeps saying she is going wushing with you.”
Mrs. Green smiled because she knew exactly what Juliette was talking about. She explained to Juliette’s mother that they had very special plans for the morning. She assured her that she would understand the meaning of the word the next day.
Mrs. Green and Juliette walked hand in hand through the grass, beyond the patio, past the garden and under the climbing tree. They tiptoed carefully over the sturdy stepping stones, artistically placed in the steam to keep your feet from getting wet without interrupting the twisting, twirling water flowing down the stream.
As they stepped on the other side of the stream it was like stepping into another world. There were only a few farms touching the corners of Ellicott City and the Greens were fortunate enough to be friends with the family who owned this one. It was just past the climbing tree and over the stream.
The two friends stood very still on the other side of the stream and looked around. The sun was warm and rays of sunshine filtered through the climbing tree behind them and onto the beautiful meadow. Before them stood the most beautiful dandelion field Juliette had ever seen. It seemed to go on and on. Some of the dandelions were golden but some had turned into beautiful white fluffy orbs.
“Wushes.” Juliette said in a whisper.
Mrs. Green pulled two sturdy jars out of a burlap bag swung over her shoulder. She gave one to Juliette and said,
Ampersand had been taking his time crossing the stream. He was not a fan of water. Once he crossed he ran past Juliette and Mrs. Green as fast as he could. The result was a puff of dandelion fluff released into the air like confetti. Juliette and Mrs. Green laughed and laughed as Ampersand jumped and leaped through the meadow.
A little past the stream, was a strong and sturdy bench. Mrs. Green sat on the bench and watched as Juliette carefully collected the roundest and fullest of the fluff. Juliette was very careful with her wishes. She brought the delicate orbs over to Mrs. Green.
The next morning when Juliette’s mother awoke on Mother’s Day she found Juliette’s sitting next to her bed waiting for her to wake up. In Juliette’s hand was the jar Mrs. Green had given her. Inside the jar was packed full of the most perfect, round, fluffy dandelion orbs Juliette’s mother had ever seen.
Juliett’s mother laughed and oohed and aahed over the jar. She said,
“No one, in my entire life, has ever given me one wish, much less, an entire jar of wishes.”
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