I hesitated, my pride clashing with reality. But before I could answer, Barry surprised both of us.
“No, thank you, sir,” he said, his tone polite but firm.
Timmons raised an eyebrow. “You sure, kid? It’s your birthday.”
Barry nodded, pressing his lips together. “I wanna save the wish.”
A quiet stillness settled over the table.
“The wish?” the ranger asked gently.
Barry glanced at me before looking down. “Last year, I wished for a bike,” he mumbled. “Didn’t get one.” He swallowed, his voice small. “This year, I wanna wait until I know it’ll come true.”
My heart shattered right there in that tiny diner.
Timmons was quiet for a moment, then he smiled. “Well, kid,” he said as he stood, “I think I can help with that.”
Before I could protest, the ranger pulled out his wallet and placed a crisp bill on the table. “For the cake. And whatever wish comes with it.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “It’s my treat.”
Barry looked up at me, his wide brown eyes filled with uncertainty. “It’s okay, Mama?”
I swallowed my pride. Sometimes, kindness needs to be accepted. I nodded. “It’s okay, baby.”
The waitress, who had been standing nearby, wiped her hands on her apron and grinned. “One chocolate cake coming right up.”
Barry sat still as the cake was placed before him, a single candle flickering on top. He stared at it for a long time, his hands neatly folded in his lap.
Timmons crouched down next to him. “Go on, kid. Make that wish.”
Barry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered something under his breath before blowing out the candle. The flame flickered and vanished, and for a moment, I thought it was just a sweet gesture from a kind stranger.
But then Timmons stood. “If you don’t mind, I’d like you to wait here for a bit.”
I frowned. “For what?”
He grinned. “For a little birthday surprise.”
Twenty minutes later, we stood outside the diner when we heard the sound of tires crunching on gravel. A truck pulled up, and another uniformed man stepped out, pushing something beside him.
A bike.
A shiny red bike with a ribbon tied around the handlebars.
Barry’s jaw dropped. He turned to me, eyes wide. “Mama?”
Timmons chuckled. “Turns out, wishes do come true, kid.”
I stared, breathless. “But how—?”
Timmons rubbed the back of his neck. “I called in a favor. A buddy of mine at the station was holding onto this. It was donated last month by someone who wanted it to go to a good home. Seemed like fate.”
I blinked, fighting back tears. “Officer, we can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he interrupted gently. “I saw how that kid of yours put you first, how he didn’t want to ask for more than he thought you could give. He’s got a good heart, and good hearts deserve good things.”
Barry ran forward, his hands hovering over the handlebars like he was afraid to touch it. “It’s mine?”
“All yours, kid.”
He turned to me. “Mama, can I ride it?”
I let out a shaky laugh and nodded. “Go ahead, baby.”
Barry climbed on, wobbling at first, but soon he was pedaling away, his laughter ringing through the air as he circled the parking lot, pure joy written across his face.
I turned to Timmons. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
He shook his head. “No thanks needed. Just keep raising him the way you are.”
As Barry zoomed past us, he shouted, “Mama! My wish came true!”
I let a tear slip down my cheek. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “It did.”
That night, as I tucked Barry into bed, he looked up at me with sleepy eyes. “Mama?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Maybe next year, I’ll wish for something for you.”
I swallowed hard and smoothed his hair. “You don’t have to do that, sweetheart.”
He yawned. “But maybe I will.”
As I sat by his bedside, listening to his steady breathing, I realized something. Today wasn’t just about kindness. It was about hope. About believing that even when life gets tough, there are still good people in the world willing to step in and make a difference.
And maybe, just maybe, wishes really do come true.
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