On my 18th birthday, my parents gave me a black terracotta jar adorned with red and white love hearts. It came with a small piece of paper upon which I was supposed to write a wish, a hope, a dream.

Once you have filled the jar with money, you smash it and voila, your wish has come true. My wish, hope, dream?

I wanna make it.

I've had that jar for almost 18 years. Did I make it?

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