When I was in grade one, I wished upon the first star that I saw that night that my tears would be able to solve any problems that I had.

My cousin once told me that men are not to cry because real men can deal with their problems without losing their face and be so pitiful.

After that day, I wish upon the first star that I saw that night that my bravery would solve all my problems.

Now, I never wish for things any more because I know wishes are like a reflection of a misty mirage.