The Miracle

Reads: 367  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young girl who cannot walk called Zoe and dreams that one day she can walk.

Submitted: July 29, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 29, 2016



Zoe Scott is a nine year old girl, beautiful ginger hair, freckles running across her cheeks, a smile that would light up the room, and eyes as beautiful and blue as the Ocean. Her life was changed a few months ago when she was she was hit by a car. Zoe spent three months in intensive care and has lost use of her legs, preventing her to walk and do the things she loved like hopscotch with her friends. This was torture for the nine year old, when it got to her birthday all she wanted was to be able to walk. She would even pray every night, asking god to give her, her legs back; nothing came true for her. Zoe has had to leave her school behind, not only because of her disability, but because the boys at school picked on her for being different; Zoe couldn't take being different anymore, all the name calling, all the giggling behind her back; she had too much on her plate.

One Monday morning, Zoe's dad Peter when into her room to wake her up for school. As he opened the door he heard Zoe crying. "Zoe, hey come on, what's wrong?", Peter said cuddling her.

"I've had enough dad, nobody accepts me, I just want things to be how they were before, I want to walk again," sobbed Zoe.

"We've spoken about this Zoe, you know things can't go back. You've just got to lift your head up high and try to be happy. Don't listen to what others have to say, you're beautiful the way you are," Peter replied. Peter dressed Zoe and put her in her wheelchair, he took her to school.

The next day was the day of the solar eclipse, Zoe has always wanted to see one, this was her opportunity to wish that she could walk again. Zoe was sat at the kitchen table drawing, her dad came in, "Zoe, the eclipse is happening, put these glasses on and I'll take you out," he said. Zoe put on the glasses and they went outside.

They both looked up at the sun. The moon moved in front of the sun. Zoe mumbled "dear God, please give me the use of my legs, I cannot go on anymore. Please, I beg you."

Her and her dad went inside and continued the rest of the day. Night drew over the city and Zoe was put to bed, hoping her wish would come true. The next morning Zoe woke up, looked down at her legs and wiggled her toes, a smile shot across her face, ear to ear. "Dad!" She shouted "I can move my toes!" Her dad shot upstairs.

"Let's see if you can walk," her dad said excitedly, he helped her out of bed, held her hands and helped her walk, she did it! This of course went in the news, it was a miracle, Zoe was so happy, she returned to her old school and played hopscotch with her friends. The boys who picked on her headed over to her and apologised to, her hugged her and left. It's a miracle.

© Copyright 2019 J.D Hamilton. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

More Non-Fiction Short Stories