My Dad picked up this weird-looking coin on his travels before I was born. He’d always said it was his lucky coin. He’d sometimes take it out of the small box he kept it in and whispered while he held it. He didn’t know I was watching him while he made his wish. There were times I could have sworn it glowed in his hands. He always said thank you to it and gave it a quick kiss before he put it away. It wouldn’t happen immediately, but most of the time, a few weeks later, something would happen. Whatever trouble Dad was in, whether it was money problems or something at work or if any of us were having issues, everything would miraculously be resolved.
Mom would always warn him about using it. She believed in solving problems the old-fashioned way, with patience and hard work. Wishing for th
