While it did hurt that your Mom would forsake her relationship as your mother to your sister, you stepdad, and you... she had also worked hard to keep this house together, and she deserved the life that she wanted. You know that the loss of your Dad was a huge blow, and she never really got over it. So... you had to design a situation where she was able to be a young person again, without simply turning back time for her. But that was the first step.
As you snapped you fingers, multicolored lightning soared across the room, striking your mother in the chest. The blow burst her clothes off her body and the towel from her head, leaving her completely nude, a sight which one part of you was slightly embarrassed to see, but you were too interested in what was about to happen to turn away.
"I feel... strange..." Mel murmured, looking at her hands in confusion as she started to shake... or phase, with after images of her appeared whenever she moved.
A spectral hourglass appeared above her head, glowing green, with the time in the glass being about half full. Then, the hourglass turned on it's head, time began to reverse. You watched your mother for a moment as she began to move backwards in time at the spot she stood. The faded scars from her C-section began to disappear, the light stretch marks on her hips, her thighs, and her breasts faded backwards in time. Her breasts grew smaller and perkier, moving past their time before the pregnancy. A scar on her shoulder vanished, caused from a car accident in her mid-twenties. Her hair grew short, shorter than you expected, a pixie cut, and it grew darker in color, being nearer to brunette than red. The lines on her face vanished. She was basically the image of your sister Mila without the freckles and your father's chin. She was incredibly pretty.
You snapped you fingers again, your new face genuinely red, and a set of clothes stitched themselves from your mother's bathrobe and tower into a short sundress and covered her naked form. When the magic finally faded, your mother was shaking still, looking at her hands, missing the fade and wrinkles of time. Tears streamed down her face.
"I..." She sputtered. "I feel so... good! I don't feel all of the muscle strain, I feel so young!" She flexed, and felt her thin stomach under the sundress. She was crying tears of happy joy.
"Mo... Master, it is my pleasure," you said sincerely . "But the wish is not over."
You snapped your fingers and your house members appeared, frozen in time, in front of you. You stepdad, your stepsister, your aunt, and your sister, your Mom was confused.
"What are you doing Miss Zhham?" She asked inquisitively.
You nodded towards the frozen family members. "In order to complete this illusion, we must change them as well, as well as the memories of all who know you. Otherwise, you will never be able to live in peace."
She nodded, hesitantly, stopping in front of your stepdad with mixed emotions. "They won't forget me though?"
You shook your head, the pigtail flopping behind you, a feeling you were not used to. "No, I will make sure they maintain similar relationships with you, where possible. This was my thought, Master. Your former husband Bartholomew, he will be your new father, and I shall make you a sibling to Corey. You shall be stepsibling to Liam and Mila."
Your Mom blinked. "Liam's not here?"
"Liam will be changed, but no, I cannot pull him here at this time." You responded, regretting you couldn't seem to tell her the truth.
"Ah," she said sadly. "What about my sister Sandy?"
You looked at your Aunt, currently with a bottle in her hands. "I will remove her addiction to alcohol and give her many of your personality traits, to make her a more pleasing mother figure, and the official mother of your children. She has a lot of personality features equivalent to yours due to similar upbringing. She will be your new stepmother, married to Bartholomew, and you will now be the child of Bartholomew, younger sibling to Corey. Do you have any changes you see fit, Master?"
Mel was speechless, contemplating the possibilities. "I can... make my own life?" She choked out. "I can chose who I want to be? How I want my life to be shaped? How I want my family to be?"
"Indeed... Master," You respond with a slight smile, happy you could do something for your Mom after all this time.
Tears continued to stream down her face. "You are... very gracious, Miss Zhham," she stated happily, wiping the tears away. "I'm sure you could have stopped at the youth thing and let me fend for myself, but you're letting me keep my family too? Why are you so nice to me?"
You got somewhat defensive, not that she could recognize you. "I... uh, looked into your heart and saw your good intentions. Many who... hold the urn are not so gracious."
She seemed to take this as an affirmative. "I want to... I want my sister to have love, and I want Bart to feel true love too. I want to keep my memories, but also have ones of this manufactured life too... and I want Corey and me to have a good relationship, maybe that would help her feel less alone all the time."
You nodded. Your Mom's character shined brightly through. She was a good person, but she wanted another chance at life, but wanted her children to have a chance at life too. Using the djinn side of your mind, which seemed to have a 'third eye', using her wish making abilities, she could sift through the potential timelines of what this relationship would look like. Your Mom gave a small kiss to the frozen Bartholomew before she became Mel Mable, before reality shifted around her.
Both you and Mel stood in her new room, the basement, formerly unfinished, was now a suitable room to stay in, with old school band posters like "KISS" and new school "Imagine Dragons," the interests your Mom had amplified into the room of a teenaged girl. A small TV and a Nintendo Gamecube, and a nook with knitting.
You held the urn in your hands, and getting the feeling it was something you could do, your compressed it into a colorful piece of glass, attached to a chain, and put it on Mel's neck. She examined her surroundings tentatively. "I even have my own room!" She squeaked excitedly. "This is more than I could possibly ask for! This was four or five wishes at once!" She hugged you excitedly, and you embraced her yourself with a big grin. You couldn't help but smiling too, though it felt strange with this stern face you were wearing. "I could never pay you back enough for this Miss Zhamm."
After the hug, she found herself with urn around her neck, in the form of a two inch shard of glass, resplendent of color.
"I shall let you grow accustomed to your new surroundings, Master," You said with a small bow. "I shall retreat until you call me. You must make your second with within seven days, and this jewelry shall return to its urn shape once you have made your third. I shall observe, and wait for your call, oh Master."
Mel kissed you lightly on the cheek with a grateful, tearful expression.
At that you retreated into the vase, full of emotion, but happy for the changes your Mom made to her life, a second chance that she would otherwise not have been granted. Inside, you saw the mirror in your chambers had changed into a looking glass for the outside world, which you were able to see and hear from. You sat on a pillow on the ground and made a sigh of relief as your mother squealed in joy, and tossed a stuff pig into the air.
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