I used to overthink everything that happened to me. Jonah and Ashley, who had interacted with me earlier, seemed like they could be fun to be around. Even though the girl had a displeased attitude, I didn't get the sense that she was a bad person—just someone who was protective of her friend. As I mulled over these thoughts, my mother entered the room and made her way around my bed, sitting beside me.

"I think that was a bit too much, too sudden," My mother said. "Just like you son, I've never had a thing for clowns."

I offered her a smile and stayed quiet, my thoughts lingering on the desire to engage in games with the Godmother. Shortly after, a soft knock on the door preceded my father's entrance into the room. He stood in front of my bed, his face lighting up with a broad smile.

My mother, intrigued by the unexpected smile on his face, stayed quiet, observing him intently. "It's heartwarming to see you smile like that again, Ray."

My father quickly moved closer to my mother, taking her hands in his. "Something happened, something I can't quite put into words. The coordinator from the village is going to come by personally to deliver the news."

"I dreamt something like this last night. I wasn't sure if it was a vision or just a dream." My mother said.

"You dreamt about what?"

"In my dream, I walked towards a beautiful room, one of the beds had Sammy's name. I knew our prayers were being answered."

"You mean a room like in 'Hopeland'?"

"I am not sure. But it looked really special."

I looked into my father's eyes, seeing a spark of hope that wasn't there before, especially after wrestling with the daunting prospect of affording my hospital stay. Then, it all made sense to me. I was astounded. The wish I had made, written with that pen, had actually come true.

"Did you pray Mother? In your dream?" I asked her.

She turned to me, her eyes brimming with tears. "I pray every day for a miracle, sweetie. Last night, I prayed to have you by my side a little longer."

Then, we heard two knocks on the door. A woman with long hair and glasses entered the room, holding a folder. She was dressed casually, and notably, there were no signs of a pin or a necklace adorned with an angel playing the trumpet on her.

"Hello! My name is Margaret, and I manage the village here on the hospital grounds."

My parents greeted her with quiet anticipation, eager for the news she was about to share.

"As I mentioned to Ray earlier in the office, there have been some changes regarding Samuel's situation. In the village, we run a lottery system that offers a one-time opportunity for complete coverage of expenses at no cost to the parents. I'm delighted to inform you that your son's name was drawn from hundreds of applicants."

The announcement she made was incredibly heartwarming. My mother began to cry, but her tears were of happiness, a clear sign of the joy that the news had brought to her.

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"But how is this possible? I never filled anything for a lottery."

"I did, Martha. I filled the paper yesterday when I entered the hospital for Samuel's appointment."

"I'll need you to come with me to the office to complete Samuel's boarding paperwork. From this moment on, Samuel is officially a resident of Hopeland Village. It's nearly dinner time, so Nurse Angela will look after Samuel while we sort out the remaining details."

Margaret opened the door and stood by, waiting for my parents to follow. My mother stood up, gently ruffled my hair, and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"You, see? All it took was hope," my mother said, her smile radiating warmth.

As the door closed behind my departing parents, I slid my hand under my pillow, pulling out the pen that the Godmother had given me. I examined it closely, still finding it hard to believe that it had the power to turn dreams into reality.

"What if I could make all the children's dreams come true in Hopeland Village?"

Just as I was contemplating this idea, a voice gently interrupted my thoughts. "I think that would be a lot of fun. Besides, making everyone happy is our mission."

The old lady had appeared again, her presence as comforting as before. The brooch on her clothes, identical to the one she wore during our first meeting, sparkled subtly. Her smile, warm and inviting, spread across her face as she took a seat on the bed next to me.

"Can I ask for some energy, for something I've wanted to do since I met you?"

"Absolutely!" The Godmother responded, touching my hand with her finger. A wave of energy flowed through my body, and instantly, I embraced her in a hug.

"Thank you, you have no idea how much happiness you've brought me."

I hugged her with all the strength I could muster. Back then, I was unaware of the wish my mother had made. And when I penned my wish on paper, I had no certainty of its effectiveness. As I let go of the embrace, I felt my energy waning quickly.

"Oh, Samuel, you are my favorite," she said. "Not everyone recognizes the effort we put in to ensure you can walk your path in peace."

"I do not understand. Why do you do this?"

She grabbed my hand and said, "This is what we are here for. Promise me, when you get admitted into the village, you will make some kids happy."

I contemplated her words in my mind, bringing a huge smile to my face. "I promise."

The door swung open, and Nurse Angela stepped inside with a bright smile. "It's dinner time!"

She set the tray down and lifted the cover to reveal a meal of mashed potatoes, a side of corn, and a few chicken strips.

"It looks delicious!"

As soon as Nurse Angela entered, the Godmother vanished without a trace. While Angela was setting the tray of food on the table, I felt a strong urge to ask her something.

"Angela, do you believe in angels?"

She smiled as she adjusted my bed using the lever. "I believe everything is possible."

Her response was ambiguous, suggesting that any further discussion about the supernatural might remain similarly indefinite.

"Tomorrow, you'll be moved to a bigger room. You've been accepted to stay in the village. I'm really happy for you."

As I took a sip of my drink, my gaze landed on a pin adorning her collar, depicting an angel with open wings.

"What is this village you were talking about?"

"It's called Hopeland. It's a place where children like you stay to receive ongoing treatment. You'll be living with other kids your age; I hope you'll make lots of friends there."

As she spoke, the nurse rearranged the pillows behind me, and to her surprise, she discovered something unexpected.

"Oh, there is treasure under your pillow."

I quickly moved to her side, attempting to prevent her from moving the pillow any further. However, my attempts were in vain as she ended up holding the letter given to me by the female clown.

"You have a letter here. You want to keep it under your pillow?"

"Yes, please. Is that the only thing you found there?"

I let the nurse fluff the pillows removing them completely as she holds me from falling back. "Yup, just the letter."

I know the Godmother's pen is there, and as I suspected, I was the only one able to see it.