I'm not the world's most religious person. Actually, to some, I'm quite sinful and wrong. I'm agnostic, really. To me, miracles can happen, but until today I've never seen one. I didn't just see one, I met one.
The story starts out 7 year ago with a woman who, while pregnant, did hard drugs. Her child was born with many medical problems and this mother was too drugged up and using her money on drugs to take good care of her daughter. This mother is what I like to call a "non-human human." She'd abuse the child. There were times when she'd turn the child's play pen over so it made a sort of cage, and she'd put the child in there with a very mean cat who would attack her. The child is now afraid of animals.
Child services stepped in and took the little child along with her 3 or 4 other brothers. The child was given to her grandmother while the others were sent somewhere else because they were too much to handle. This grandmother, who lives in a glitz and glamor world of her own, hands this little child over to my uncle and aunt all the time. At first it was for daycare, but not it's because they love that little child. They've even become her godparents.
Today I met her for the first time, and in the past by looking at pictures her I could tell she was a very loved and special child. She's 7 years old, but you could never tell it. She's only the size of a 3 year old and doesn't talk but she uses her own form of sign language. I was told that when the doctor checked her out, he said she'd be a vegetable all her life and her heart wouldn't grow. Today, she's a happy, active little girl who loves to dance and play. Her heart has grown both in size and love.
She's shy and can sense if you're good or not, which I can understand seeing how she went through all she did. She doesn't want to get hurt again. She loves my uncle and aunt like they were her own mother and father and they love her, so much that they want to adopt her.
This little girl is a walking, breathing miracle. The doctors who said she would die can't figure out now how she's still alive. I think it's because love. Love is a miracle. I know some people will say love is a chemical reaction in our bodies and it doesn't heal someone illnesses, and while that's true, you have to wonder if she'd be alive right now if she didn't have my uncle and aunt there to love her. If she was living with her mother still, you can be sure the police would have found her dead. If she lived with her grandmother all the time, her grandmother is the kind of woman who gets angry if she accidentally spills her wine and thinks so little of her own granddaughter for who she is, I don't think she'd still be alive.
No matter what you believe, please believe that there are miracles in this world. She's proof of it.
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