NOTE: This series chronicles the wishes Tina writes in the Wish Journal she received from her aunt when she turned 13. To better understand Tina's character, be sure to read her other wishes in chronological order. Tina found herself up early that warm, sticky early June morning. Hanging over the door was the dark blue cap and gown she had worked hard the past four years to earn. It was still wrinkled in places and needed to be ironed, but there was still time. The world was still quiet yet. Once in a while a passing car on the street would interrupt the morning birds' song. Tina had trouble sleeping. She was excited, yes, but couldn't help feeling a blanket of sadness that grew heavy on her shoulders. Still sitting on her bed, her covers bunched up beneath her bare feet, she longed for the perfect companion on this momentous day. With a sigh, her eyes stared straight ahead at the picture frame beside her bedroom door. The four happy, smiling people were familiar, yet so foreign. Pushing away the tears that wanted to fall, Tina decided to do something about it. Of course it was impossible and would never work, but still... her soul needed to say it. Wish #6: For both of my parents to be at my graduation I wish Dad could be here for my high school graduation. I wish he would pop into the gymnasium as my name was being called and as I walked across the stage I would see his bright smile and he would wave in celebration. He would even whistle that loud piercing whistle that drove Mom crazy. Then I would run into his arms, with my diploma, and he would scoop me up and say, "Congratulations, Scooter!" I miss that nickname. No one ever calls me Scooter anymore.
I wish he didn't have to die when I was only ten years old. I wish that he had been smart enough not to stop the car on the train tracks that morning. I wish Mom didn't have to work so much... I wish she could be the Mom she was before Dad died and she had to go back to work. I wish we were a happy family again. I wish I didn't miss him that much. I wish the pain of missing him wasn't so crippling.
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