Lexi Cubas

   When I was 6, all I wanted was a unicorn. My dream unicorn was pink with purple spots, blue sparkly eyes, and cotton candy scented. I wanted to name my unicorn Sparkles and we would live in my room together. Sparkles was going to be as tall as me, and I was going to ride her to the grocery store while my mom rode in the car. I had always played pretend unicorn. I would act like I had a pet unicorn all the time. At my house, I would set a spot at the table for Sparkles and get her “special unicorn food” which was just a pink bowl full of fruit loops. I had quite an imagination.  I was a girly-girl who had the same wish as every other girl in the world. When I told my mom that I wanted a unicorn she told me “A unicorn might be too much to take care of and too big so maybe that’s not the best idea, maybe you should ask Santa for something else.”

I was very disappointed that I would not be getting my unicorn this year. I couldn’t think of anything else to ask for, so I just told my mom “I don’t know what to get because I really, really, really want a unicorn please mommy I’ve been good all year I’ll take care of it myself.”

I wanted a unicorn so bad. I wrote letters to Santa and sat on his lap, both times begging for a unicorn. I thought, maybe if I ask enough, I’ll finally get what I want.

                  When Christmas came, I went to the living room where the tree was, hoping to see a unicorn standing there with my name on it. Once everyone was woke up from the crisp, cold morning air, we opened presents. I never told my mom what to get me, other than a unicorn, so she struggled with shopping for me. From my parents, I got clothes, from Santa, I got toys. No unicorn anything. It really made me upset and ruined my Christmas. My clothes were very cute and my toys were very fun, but nothing could compare to how I would have felt if there was a unicorn in my house that morning. “I’m sorry sweetie, but Santa couldn’t fit a unicorn on his sleigh, there wasn’t enough room with all the other toys for all the other little boys and girls.” I was so disappointed. I thought to myself “This is the worst thing ever!”

I know now, that was nothing compared to all the bad things happening in the world. Even to this day, a unicorn would be nice (if they existed) but I now learn to focus on what I have, not what I didn’t. My mom and I look back on this a lot and agree that I was the biggest girl in the world. I threw so many fits and temper tantrums that it was ridiculous! Most people say that it was a stupid wish, but I think it was kind of cute. All I wanted was a unicorn and I still, to this day, have not gotten one. I wish my mom would have at least gotten me a unicorn stuffed animal so I wouldn’t have been that sad. Maybe this Christmas I will ask for a unicorn.