“I wish I had never been born!” You cried to the genie. But when you opened your eyes, you were still here. The genie shook its head sadly and asked,“What kind of pain have you endured, that you would wish for such a thing?”
“Not my pain,” I reply. “My mother’s pain…”
And then the effects of the wish catch up to my memory.
In my new past, I was never born from a womb. I materialized fully formed in my mother’s arms.
In fact, this is now totally normal. Childbirth as a time of pain and agony has never existed.
I no longer remember what I was even doing with this genie.
But he must have granted my wish, whatever it was. After all, everything’s good now.