That's when Brandon heard noises from downstairs. It was his parents fighting. They were arguing. Yet again. It happened very often and they had been part of Brandon's whole life, it seemed. Brandon knew that however hard it was for him, it was always more for his eight-year-old sister. She hid it well, but Brandon wasn't fooled. He knew she cried a lot. And Brandon did what he could. to make her feel better, like buying her candy or cheap toys to bring her some cheer. He read her books and helped her out. All in all, Brandon was a great brother, more than many, but he was still infuriated by what he saw as his helplessness. Of course, as a teen, there wasn't much he could do anyway, but it didn't make his frustration any less stinging. He knew he would have to check on his sister Jenny later on and he'd probably have to reassure her. For him, it was just galling. Couldn't his parents be more responsible? They were the adults, after all! Why did adults keep giving lessons and moral values to kids when themselves were clearly not beyond reproach? It was plain ridiculous and unfair, that'd what it was! Of course, Brandon knew that not all adults were like his parents, but he hated the fact that these precise adults had to be his parents, and worse, Jenny's. And he could not do all he could to help her and protect her. He wish he could and he said it out loud.
"I wish Jenny had a better older sibling," he sighed.
The genie heard that. And Beldazar wasn't without heart. In uttering his wish, Brandon had let the genie into his life and Beldazar could see how unfair it was. He understood the plight of this young man and moved by his kindness, he decided to genuinely help him, even in a twisted way. The downright naughtiness could wait. Beldazar pondered upon the best way to grant this wish and then let the magic flow and erupt, engulfing everything in a new reality.