Miracle

Miracle 3

Miracle 3

Is…the forest calling for me?

Nah, it’s impossible and unrealistic.

I shrugged it off and stood up to go to bed but when I turned around, I stumbled back and fell on the floor in shock that I started to stutter,” m..Mother?!”

Of course I was shocked; she was supposed to be bedridden. It’s not like I’m happy that she was bedridden but…I don’t know…

Mother started to inhale deeply and stared at me with a soft look,” Look like it’s your time.”

“What?”

Her stares shift from me to above me which was the window,” the forest is calling for you. Miracle probably will come.”

I stood up in rage but I hold it in,” The forest is calling for me? Yeah right, what’s next, mom? The sea beyond the cliff is singing for me?”

Her gaze turned back to me and I took a deep breath of rage before continuing,” Miracle, mom? What miracle? Huh?! I can’t skate anymore! Is that a miracle?! Are you out of your mind?! Your daughter is crushed by her faith of miracle and you still want to talk about miracle?!”

I stopped before I slipped more than enough that will hurt my mother’s feeling. I waited for her response or face impression but her face just remained straight with no emotion. A smile started to curl on her wrinkle face,” Miracle only shows when all seems lost.”

I shot her a disgusted look and I felt like she took my breath away,” you…you still believe that?? Mother!! I CAN’T SKATE ANYMORE! You know, SKATING, the only thing that I dedicate my past 15 years of life is now the thing that I CAN’T DO!!”

Her smile stays on her face,” A smile changes everything positive.”

I scoffed,” A smile changes everything positive? So you’re telling me that the fact that I am now shouting at you at the top of my lung in anger is positive?!”

“The lost land is having a new guest.”

“What?” My anger was replaced with confusion. I know not much of the lost land or the lost people. I only know that their existences are known by the people who went to the forest because they were called and came back differently. So I don’t really know about them nor they even really exist, I just heard of them from mother’s version of the story.

Again she shifted her gaze to the window,” Alisha, turn around and close your eyes.”

Even for the fact I was mad at her, I do as told without questioning.

“Hear carefully. Listen to the wind’s breeze; listen to what the leaves bring along with them.”

I could feel the cool breeze brush against my skin and I tried to listen to the wind by ignoring other sounds, the sounds of an elderly fights above me, the sound of a jazz music by the restaurant across my apartment, the sounds of a kid in room number 124 playing his drum at 8 pm, the sounds of my name being called, the sounds of….wait, what? I swear I could hear my name being called out.

‘Alisha...Lisa...Alisha’

It wasn’t a scary voice. Instead it was a soothing, playful, friendly voice. I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. The leaves were more than before. There were so many leaves passing by my apartment, heading to the forest behind the palace. How was this possible? Where this leaves did come from? Why are they heading that way, when according to the sea’s wind beyond the forest, the wind were supposed to carry the leaves to an opposite direction. I watched it in such amazement.