Miracle is a sixteen-year-old girl loved by everyone who meets her. She is a cheerleader and a gymnast. She is warm outgoing and kind to everyone she meets, yet, she doesn't let people walk all over her. Being popular at school, the envy of the girl...
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"Momma?" The little girl tugged on her mother's arm as she watched the scene before her. Her big blue eyes dancing as she shuffled her tiny little feet in place.
"Yes, sweetie?" The mother turned to look at her only daughter. The one child she and her husband had been blessed with. The mother gazed at her child in wonder. She was her little 'miracle'. Her eyes showed just how much she loved her child. She smoothed the long curly lock of dark hair away from her blue eyes and looked into the beautiful face of her daughter rememorizing the beautiful face that had yet to lose its youthful innocence.
Glancing up at her husband she could see that he felt the same way. His own blue eyes, the eyes that Mira got from him, full of adoration and love.
Mira was a perfect mix of her mother and father, the dark hair was from her mother, yet the curls matched her dad's. She was tiny and petite like her mother, but she had an inner strength that seemed to come from her father. The child was very strongwilled. Though, she was also obedient.
The child forced herself to look away from the scene in front of her and look up at her mother with adoration and hope.
At only four years old she knew what she wanted more than anything else in this world.
"I want to be just like her...can I?"
Her mother looked to where her small daughter was pointing down to the arena. In front of them were the Olympics and they were watching the female gold medalist lean her head down as the gold was being placed around her neck before she stepped back and lifted her arms into the air and posed for the cheering crowd once more.
She looked back to her daughter and could see the longing and hope in her eyes. She glanced up at her husband, giving him a questioning look. Receiving the nod of approval she looked down at her child, knowing in her heart that her daughter would indeed be just like that gold medal winner. Even if she never made it to the Olympics and won the medal, her daughter would always feel the self-confidence that only her parents would be able to instill in her. She would always know that she was loved.
"Yes, baby. If you really, really want to, we can enroll you in classes next week."
Mira smiled up at her mother and then hugged her tightly before she turned to look at the winners again and began to cheer and clap.
When she was done, she turned to her mother with her eyes full of excitement.
"Thank you, mommy. I know I can do it. I am a Moon. I am just like you and daddy and Moon's are the best at whatever they make their minds up to do."
Her husband scooped up their daughter and began to tickle her, causing the child to squeal in delight.
"Yes, little girl, you are a Moon. You can do anything you want to do. Mommy and I believe in you."
