It was Christmas. Ferb was getting weaker and weaker. I tried not to leave him.
“Some Christmas this is.” he muttered
“It’s not your fault.” I said
He pulled an envelope out of the desk nearby. “It’s for you.”
I opened it. It was the Wish money. I just stared at it. Tears filled my eyes. “I-I don’t know what to say. It’s your money. You should keep it.”
“What am I going to do with it? I don’t have much time left. The letter said the true gift is in giving, not recieving. I can give it to anyone I wish and I want to give it to you.”
I nodded and took the check.
That night I read the Wish letter. The snow twinkled in the dark. I got up and put on my jacket and shoes.
“I’m going outside.” I said
“But it’s night.” Candace said