Miracle has ears.

Before he continued, he made sure he took the family down to his office, the little walk would calm them down a little.

"We have been operating on her for an hour since she got here, and I must tell you it has been a tough battle. I'm sorry, but terrible things could happen from here" he paused and then decide to explain himself further more. "What I mean is, her life and the life of her baby, are both at stake, we cannot really guarantee that she will come out of that room...ali-"

Gwenevere coughed. She didn't want to hear that last word, neither did she want her parents to. Her chest squeezed together and it was suddenly hard for her to breath. She didn't move though, her face, still as plain and tough as an hour ago. She couldn't cry, tears was never an option for her. She had long given up on tears when she realized that no matter how many drop of tears fell from her eyes, she would still wake up the next morning and find the problem boldly staring her in the face, unmoved.

"With the series of tests we carried on her, we discovered that she not only is physically stressed, but mentally and emotionally stressed too. Her mental health needs a lot of attention. From the blood tests, we found out that she has very little antibodies or even anything close to strength at all that could help her fight for herself. With this, since she is unable to fight, we have to do the fighting for her." The doctor said removing his rectangular glasses.

The family was ghost quiet. Hannah had begun to feel dizzy, she could faint any minute. This was critical.

Gwenevere squeezed her arm

" What are we to do now?" she asked

"For us to help her fight back, we have to move her to the intensive care unit and I must tell you...it's a vary hard treatment to afford."

Ring ring. A bell rung in their heads.

Gwenevere swallowed.

"Is there...possibly any other way we could employ?" Phillip asked. That was logically the first thing to find out.

The doctor sighed. He didn't have an answer that would be good for them.

"I'm afraid, there isn't any."

Hannah glanced at Gwenevere then buried her head on the wide brown table between them and the doctor. With a start, she raised her head up and began her speech.

"Listen, Sir, you have to help us..." She sat up. "Listen, we don't have what you ask for. The live pretty well as a family but the only thing we do not have...is money. We don't even think we can afford the normal bills for her treatment, not to talk of intensive bills. Please, you have to help us." her eyes let go of a tear drop. It crashed on the table and Gwenevere caught sight of it.

She hated this scene. Here they were again, begging for mercy from people. Life was just a mess! No, no, she had begged God not to allow her family to go through this kind of catastrophe and degradation again. Instead of there to be a lifting up, there was always more burden to carry. It was beginning to seem to Gwenevere like life didn't have any solution to their problems. The whole of her heart yearned for transformation. Her soul screamed for peace, her spirit cried for salvation.

"Miracle!" she cried out.

That was who she could call upon. The one that had to answer her call no matter what. She stared up blankly, her eyes firmly fixed.

"Mother Miracle, I need you."

***

Harry Malton jogged steadily on the wide tarred road. His red back pack danced up and down making a gentle noise that served as a rhythm for him. On his face was a huge smile. His brown hair bounced up and down beating gently against his forehead. The cool breeze blew around alerting him to spread his arms out wide to intensify the super-hero imagination he was playing in his head.

He soon stopped jogging and began running down the road. He was in a hurry to get home and had lost his patience. He couldn't wait to give his mother numerous kisses, she had made his day, in fact, his year! He ran into the living room and let the door bang behind him not minding the thundering noise it made. He spotted his mother in the kitchen and with much excitement, and gaiety, he jumped on her.

Gwenevere who was holding a wooden spoon in her hand almost lost her stance. She staggered to keep herself from falling. Her slight shock soon turned into gladness, and her mouth went open in a large smile.

"My love!" she sang lifting him up. She turned around in the air repeatedly till they found themselves in the living room. She was happy to see her son. Her hands soon grew tired and she immediately put down the big ten year old boy she had miraculously lifted.

After laughing so hard, Harry caught his breath and took some steps backward.

"Have I told you you're the best mom in the world?" he began.

Gwenevere became a little confused, though still excited. Why was Harry suddenly asking her this question, it was too unusual of him.

"Honestly, I can't remember you saying that." She answered looking at him from the side of her eyes.

"Well, you are! You're the best, best, best, best mum in the world!" he shouted and for the first time that day, Gwenevere chuckled aloud. A slight blush came on her cheek.

"Thank you for paying for the competition. Now I can get to play with the team!"

Gwenvere paused. She didn't get what he was saying. What competition?

"I-I don't get you" she said now more alerted than confused.

"My teacher told me you paid my fees for the competition." A smile was still hanging on his face.

She paused and he noticed her confusion.

"Did you not? Don't play a prank on me, mom, I remembered to ask for the receipt." he dipped his hand into his pocket and bright out a white paper.

Gwenevere took the paper from him and looked into it. It really was a receipt for payment. A huge payment at that. Her mouth went open.

"How do you have this? I never paid your fees." she said in confused fear.

Harry's left eyebrow went up.

Really?

They both stared at each other for seconds. This was a moment where they both had to calm the scary voices in their head.