The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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“The world is full of beauty and abundance.”

Mom used to quote that to me. My mother firmly believed that. And I believed in her, too. I believed, because I knew that there were greater things in life.

The way I lived was much away from the lives of the normal. It was dark and merciless, yet I had to be strong, because I knew that there was an end to this darkness.

Our beloved Miracle, was the greatest thing that happened to us.

It was raining then. I was there, watching the rain dripping on the ground. I was silently crying along the rain. It could not be helped, my mother was in grave danger. Mom and my baby brother Nathan were both in grave danger.

Dad was with them inside the operating room, at least to give them a support morally.

"Oy!" I knew that voice. It was my best friend, Bea. "Mike! Stop crying!" she scolded upon seeing the sight of me.

I wiped my tears away and gave her a casual look. "Why are you here, Bea?"

"My parents heard of what is happening to Aunt Quinn, they were both worried that's why we came." then she crossed her arms and pouted her lips,"But the authorized personnel didn't let me come inside."

"You either?" I questioned her and she nodded her head as a response.

It was restricted for us to go inside the hospital, the reason was we were too young. So we stayed outside instead.

My mother was in the hospital, because she was very sensitive in giving birth. At first, she had a miscarriage on the fifth month of carrying my supposedly next little brother or sister in her womb. And on that time, she had a serious hard time bearing a child again.

Many years had passed and Nathan came. It was not too easy that time. Mom was in coma for almost a month when carrying Nathan. Miraculously, they both survived.

It was the time for Mom to give birth, yet life was too unfair, because my Dad would choose between the life of Mom or Nathan to live. He chose them both to live. It was hard and everyone were on the verge line—in a life and death situation.

Many more hours came, still waiting patiently for the good or bad news. Soon, Bea and her family went home. I still stayed. I had a strong confidence in my chest that they would both live.

I had faith.

I checked the time on my wrist watch, 1:45 on the midnight. I should sleep, but how could I sleep in that state?

"Mike?"

I got little surprised when somebody called me. I looked behind and saw an exhausted aura of Dad.

Quickly, I ran towards him and threw him a hug. "Dad, Dad! How's Mom? How about Nathan?" I couldn't help but to speak in a broken and worried tone.

My Dad didn't answer right away. I was starting to get nervous. It felt like a bad news had happened.

I looked up and met Dad's face full of tears. Dad was crying as well. What did that mean? Why was he crying?

"Dad . . . answer me." I uttered in low tone, "Where's Mom and Nathan?"

Then Dad removed the tears on his face, then knelt in front of me to reach my height impartially. "Son," he said and gave me a peck on my forehead.