Reach for Your Dream, But Keep Reaching Further

The Miracle Spark

I've finally done something that i've always dreamt of doing. Why spend 1 second telling you what i did when I could be telling you a story? Well, Hi, I'm hope, and this is the story of how i reached for my dream, but kept reaching further.

I was waiting outside of church waiting for my dad when I spotted a poster that had something that i've always wanted to do on it. It said:

Want to Join a Club?
No problem! Come join 1-5 clubs today!
Community Service Club
Animal care Club
Robotics Club
Inventors Club
Art Club
*Write your own #'s*
Name List for Clubs on Next sheet of paper ⇨

I looked at where the arrow was pointing at and there it was, the sign up sheet for all the clubs. I quickly skimmed through the whole poster again to find out what club I wanted to join. Then it hit me, I've always wanted to help people, so I took my pen, and printed my name on the list for the Community Service Club. After printing my name on the paper I looked to see who else signed up for the Community Service Club. It was me and another girl name joi. I was hoping for more people, but I was excited anyway.

I sat down on a nearby bench. While I waited I thought I might as well introduce myself in my head while I wait for my dad. I'm a little 11 years old girl, i'm an only child, I have no pets. I don't have a mom anymore, My dad drinks and he abuses me, but don't think about that last part too much. Also, I have brown hair, hazel colored eyes, and I have some freckles on my face. Anyways that is all you need to know about me. HEY! I think I see my dad! Let's go home!

I rushed over before my dad had to wait a second because if i didn't I would probably get hurt. I quickly put my bag in the back of my dad's rusty white truck and rushed over to the passenger side. I opened the car door, quickly sat down and shut the door. "Hello dear! How was your day at church!? Wow what a lovely day isn't it?!" My dad spoke in a kind excited voice.

Why does he sound so happy? Is he finally signing me up for adoption?! I thought to myself with excitement.

"Honey, I have a surprise for you and for me. I will love it and you will love it!" He spoke still with a nice tone. "Oh, uh, Hope, don't forget to put your seatbelt on because safety is my number 1 concern for today,but tomorrow neither of us have to worry about it."

I put my seatbelt on as he started slowly lashing away from the school.
What is going on with the world?! He had never in his lifetime wore a seatbelt and nor has he ever reminded me to ever put my seatbelt on! On the way home there was not much traffic, so today I think my dad is finally happy for once. The rest of the drive home was silent until we pulled into our pocket-sized driveway.

"Ok! Off we go in the home,Where we live, Where we roam!" My dad sang happily as he danced all the way to the doorway of our narrow house. I really don't think anyone will get hurt ever after this night. I thought with pride.

My dad beat me inside before I was even out of the car.

"Come on sweetie!" He peeked his head out. I unbuckled my seatbelt, Opened the door, hopped out and started tours the trunk again. I got my bag, shut the car door, and sautered tours the humble home. I walked up to the doorway and opened the door. My dad took my bookbag and hung it on the coat rack that no one had ever used before this moment. Then, my dad pointed at a beautiful young woman and spoke in a very kind tone.
"Your mother is here saying it was a mistake setting leaving you with me at a young age. She is sorry that she missed most of your life and is sorry if you're thinking you're coming home with a complete stranger."

I looked up to where my dad was pointing at and saw a dashing young woman with tears in her eyes looking at me. I walked up to her.

"Are you, Samantha Hero?" I questioned her. She nodded and bent down with her arms out reaching for a hug. I hugged her back with a nice warm feeling. She soon stood up with her arms still around me. She put me on the side of her hip like a mother would carry her child. She looked at me and I looked at her.

"I don't know why I would just dump a little bundle of joy out in the trash. You know what, I can make up for it by having a little time together. And guess what." She spoke softly.

"What?" I questioned."You have siblings of your own that are actually related to you!" She spoke a bit louder like I didn't hear her.

"Do I have a little sister, or a little brother? Do I have a big sister, or brother?" I knocked for an answer in words.

"You have all of them!" She nodded as she had a tear roll down her cheek and you could tell, it was a tear of joy.