You're A Miracle Child

My name is Miracle. I always asked my mother why she named me that, and see would answer it every time the same way." Because you're a miracle child" she would say. I never knew what she meant by that, and I never will. Last week my mother died on a hospital of cancer. She was the only family I knew, my mother'a parents were died, I didn't know anyone on my father'a side, and
I haven't seen my father in years. After my mother'a death I had to stay in a foster home till after the funeral. After funeral I would go to my old house which was now for sale, and get all of my belongings. I was leaving to go live with my father, my mother never really talked about him. She just said he was a bad man. I heard that he was the king of the streets, but I don't think he could be that bad. It was either I stay with him or I stay with fosters.

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