"I wish my mom had found a way to finish college and gotten her career on track."
Cathy and I both cried out as the world was a suddenly wrenched around us. New memories poured into my head; mom working as a paralegal when I was little, studying for the bar exam later, eventually making partner in her firm. We were standing outside a nice three story brick place Mom'd bought so I'd have a big yard for my soccer drills, and we'd driven there in the car I'd gotten on my 16th birthday.
It wasn't all sweetness and light though; Mom worked too much to spend a lot of time with me, and she still had lousy taste in men, they were just better dressed now. I remembered resenting being made to get a job, whining to be allowed to attend private school like some of her coworkers' kids. Man had privilege turned me into a spoiled brat! At least, it *would have* -- I could still remember my first life. Maybe if I focused I could take the best from both lives and be a better person for it.
Cathy gasped and sat down abruptly, her jaw closing with a snap. In her new life she'd still been the snarky trash-talking bitch I remembered from before, but now bookkeeper for my uncle's consultant business didn't seem like much compared to being one of the most sought after lawyers in town. She was shaking her head like the new memories were something she could dislodge; two lifetimes of hate and nastiness had to be giving her some problems.
I thought about trying to make some other changes, but decided two sets of memories was enough, and I didn't want to try messing with my own head, though maybe if I tried it on Cathy first...
I caught my breath and got ready for my next wish.