My Attic's Inhabitant Part 5: Goodbye?

I ran up the stairs to my attic, taking them two or more at a time. I'm not going to lie, I fell several times. I finally reached the top of the stairs and burst through to see the genie, slightly glowing, alternately banging on a suitcase, sitting on it, crying, blowing his nose, and staring off into space.

Genie? Hey, what's going on? Are you OK?

I've never seen a genie cry.

You're what?
Attached to me? Really? That's...cool, I think. Weird, too. How do you-um. What are you doing, then? Why are you leaving?

You have to? That's dumb. Can't you stay? If I ask you too? Well, that's kind of what I just did. I mean, that's what I was getting at.

I have to say it? Like that? OK. Here goes.

Genie, will you please stay? Yeah, no problem- that was my shirt...no big deal, I'm sure genies blow their noses on stuff all the time and it comes right out. Yeah, it's OK.

Here's the deal, though. If you stay, I'm going to ask you to do one thing for me: Stay quiet at night. And sometimes during the day. Think you can handle that? You can? Cool beans. Alright. I think I have a permanent inhabitant, here.

Sweet. Maybe I should charge rent or something...

Nah. It's cool.

I got my wishes. And I like what I'm doing right now. I'm happy.