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I haven’t thought about Aladdin nor his Genie in a very long time,

Yet they both emerged unexpectedly this morning as I reflected on appropriate words to use while writing to a beloved son.

Although my son has both an older and younger brother, he was never a middle child for more reasons that I can relate

His visits arrive routinely on a Sunday night and travel with the speed of light from far across our beloved country

And today I recalled the morning he told me he was leaving unexpectedly for the West Coast.

It was a Monday morning and I was sitting in a crowded office in Westbury where I was complacently remembering his lovely college graduation the day before.

I was thinking about stopping on the way home later in the day and buying his favorite food for dinner, My son. hadn’t been home for a home cooked dinner in a long time. The pressures of his senior year in the academy of his choice were intense,

Then my phone rang, and it was my son.

I still remember his words

“Mom, I just got a call and a job. It’s in Ca and I am leaving now.”

And I swallowed hard, because his Dad and I both knew and agreed how important wings were, as I questioned tentatively, “Now?”

And when I heard, “Yes,” I knew he would return from that moment on only for visits,

And now almost half a century later, he still does that every Sunday night.

But sometimes I foolishly wish I had used one of my three wishes and perhaps moved California just a bit closer, possibly to Chicago.