Mom was at home, working on her PC. Nothing different about her. The Spirit had said the truth.
'Of course I said the truth...!' He protested in my mind.
"You get home, eventually!" Mom greeted me.
Saying she was usually harsh was an understatement. Maybe it was cause dad divorced from her letting her by herself, or maybe just because it was her personality, but she passed her life bossing around me and Jane, my little sister.
'Wish granted.' Said the Spirit.
"What...?" I shriek.
Mom turned toward me: "I hope it wasn't a hint of a backtalk, young boy."
"No... no, mom. I was thinking a thing out aloud."
"Good for you." She mumbled and turned to face her PC again.
'What wish did you grant? I didn't wish for anything.' I thought, referring to the Spirit.
'Of course you have. You have wished your mom was no more the boss here and that she could get some her own medicine.'
'Maybe... maybe I thought it, but I never said it!'
'Excuse Me, boy, but can you say to Me when someone said something about speaking your wishes out aloud?'
'Oh gosh...'
'Come on, boy, I'm sure you're going to have some fun.'