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Newly orphaned, a teenager and her sisters must deal with life on the streets. All hope seems to be lost until one night, when one simple miracle changes everything.

Submitted: July 30, 2014

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Submitted: July 30, 2014




My life is nothing spectacular. In fact, it’s just the opposite. A Christmas memory is always 

bright lights, a green tree with presents beneath it. My Christmas? I didn’t know there was ever such 

a holiday. Living in a stairwell isn’t exactly the perfect home. But it’s all I know. Money is considered 

a gift from God. I learned to hide away from any person. My life is spent in secret. I have only my four 

siblings as comfort and a mother and father who didn’t want to even look at us. We were failures. 

Happiness is finding a few cents on the sidewalk. Joy is being able to eat something not out of the 

garbage. So how could I be anything great? My life was utter grief and I didn’t even see it. Should I 

even be able to live? What could lift my spirits at a time like this? The answer was right above me the 

Night was coming in slowly but steadily as I felt the air change to a cooler breeze. I called for 

my sisters and heard them stumbling to come to me. Even though I could not see their faces, I could 

hear the exhaustion and depression filled in their voices. They had been getting quieter and quieter as 

there was no food to ask about anymore. This grief and distress filled me daily as well. I tried to be their 

adopted mother but who was I kidding? I could never be their guardian with my disability and lack of 

leadership. I knew that it was time to let someone find us. Tears came to my fruitless eyes as I tried to 

I went outside to get a fresh breath and I saw something that I couldn’t ignore. It was…lights, in 

the sky. Big ones, little ones, and middle sized ones. I was astounded. No one saw this except me. No 

one. Just me. Life was nothing but darkness. To see light was to see hope. Nothing I had ever 

experienced before. Could such a thing exist even for me? My brain hurt from deep thinking. My legs 

ached from a long day and I wanted to sleep. Lights. Hope. It existed?

Dreams surrounded me as I marveled at the pure joy of seeing. Bright colors swirled around me

and sang with such enthusiasm I wanted to cry out in satisfaction. But I didn’t even know what a color 

was. How could this be possible? Who could possibly show this to me? The lights… were they still 

there? Stepping outside, I opened my eyes. Darkness. But joy. Confusion, exhaustion, and happiness 

covered me until I could barely breathe. No one loved me. But that joy. It was still there.

The girls came to my side and grabbed my fingers. I know, I know. I rose and kissed their heads,

“Good morning sweeties!”. Their silence cut me deep and reiterated that I needed to get these precious 

We began to walk down the street, a dangerous task for me however I managed with my 

makeshift cane. The girls yelled at a policemen and I shook as I heard his voice, deep and authoritarian. 

I tried to lift my head to the voice but it pounded so hard that I could barely try. I paused, and 

“Sir, we are newly orphaned children in need of a home.” How strange it sounded to speak 

about us. Is that what really happened? He said nothing for a while then suddenly grabbed my hand 

and took us to his car. I heard the girls whimper and whispered to not be afraid. I hoped they couldn’t

We climbed in the backseat of his cruiser, and waited patiently. None of us dared to breathe. It 

was so horrifying and shameful. I was glad that I couldn’t see our dirty and woeful faces now. 

The police officer got in slowly and let out a long breath. “Alright girls, I called DCF so they 

should be ready to pick you guys up in a little while. Just hold on till’ then. I tried my best to smile at my

sisters but found that I was crying. As we drove I continued to whisper, “Please God, don’t take these 

precious angels from me! They’re all I have! Please!”

It was a hard journey after that. We stayed together but had to endure nasty foster parents and 

rowdy teenagers. But then we found an amazing couple with two other children much like us. My 

newest foster mom would smile and hug me. It was strange to be loved in this way. In fact, I first 

resented it. I didn’t understand what real love was. But through it all, these people were here for us. 

They weren’t using us, they weren’t hurting us; they were loving us. They had the courage to take in 

five roughed up and despicable girls and bring them into their family. My sisters and I began to smile 

That hope stays with me throughout my life. Never ceasing its swift movement and always 

arranging my thought in an order I can handle. The lights? Though I cannot see, I can still picture them. 

In one single night, a miracle came and brought these lights to me. They’re my guide, my hope. Nothing 

is more spectacular than my life. I love myself for who I am. Finally. Joy, hope, lights. All I wanted was 

to see the way to life. And I found it in one simple miracle. My eyes still refrain me from the ability to 

see, and I never will be like everyone else. But joy is my content. Every day is a treat, a splendor. No 

one can hurt me. I am valuable. Someone loves me. The miracle of the lights still remains as well as the 

hope and joy that I have gained through it. I will always be myself no matter what happens. This is what 

the lights have taught me. To be a hope, a joy, and to bless everyone I dare think about. 


This story, although fictional, depicts just some of the hardships that homeless children face. 1.6 million 

children are homeless in the US. They need not just a home but hope as well. They need love and 

care which can be attained through not only foster care but volunteer opportunities as well. I strongly 

encourage you to help out in any way you can. There is so much need and hurt that can be changed with your help.

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