The Unbreaking of Miranda’s Heart
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The heavens shone with a million stars. The
whisper’s of angels circled in the cosmic dust. Lily the littlest of angels
stood within the palm of God’s hand. God’s eyes gleamed like two of the most
brilliant diamonds, their light reflecting through the universe. “Lily, you are
one of my sweetest creations, and with you I am so pleased.” Whispers God
gently. Lily just smiles and blushes as a hush sweeps over the vast heavens.
Lily was the tiny angel chosen by God to flutter her lily white wings within the
hearts of all sad children, causing them to smile joyously and quelling their
tears.
On the earth below enchanted by the large droplets of rain falling outside her
window at St. John’s Orphanage stands six year old Miranda in her pink flowered
dress. Her only dress. “Asian Flower” the sisters called her, for she radiated
all the beauties of her Asian ancestry.
As she stands enchanted Nurse Joan stops by announcing, “Hello! Miranda, my
beautiful flower. How are you this Morning?”
Miranda turns in excitement and with an exuberant smile blurts, “Nurse Joan!
Nurse Joan! I was waiting for you to read to me. Please! Nurse Joan, will you
read that story for me.” “What story is that Miranda?” Nurse Joan questions with
a smile.
“The story by James. The one you read for me yesterday. The one you said was
written for me. You know the one Nurse Joan? Asian flower!” “Oh! That one.”
Responds Joan with a shrug of her shoulders. “Of course I’ll read that one. As a
matter of fact that’s my favorite also. But Miranda, as I said yesterday, that’s
what we call a poem, not a story, but a poem.”
Miranda’s eyes appear to sparkle as she shrugs innocently. |
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2 “Well nurse Joan, that po-em,
that’s what you call it right?” Joan nods in agreement. “Well! That po-em is the
nicest story I’ve ever heard. And I could listen to James’ stories forever. Joan
takes a seat upon Miranda’s bed, as Miranda cuddles next to her awaiting to hear
the heavenly poem once again. Joan flips the latches on her small briefcase
removing Miranda’s book of dreams. Miranda’s eyes widen in astonishment awaiting
the angelic words from Joan’s smooth lips.
As Joan recites Miranda cradles her arm glancing once again towards the window.
Her glance quickly becomes a hypnotic stare enraptured by the words Joan
carefully picks from the page Each word consumed by Miranda’s sensitive heart. |
When Joan is finished Miranda
questions innocently, “Nurse Joan, is James an angel?” Joan with a soft giggle
answers, “Well! Of course not Miranda, he’s a normal person just like You or I,
a writer and what most people would call an artist.” Miranda frowns slight then
says, “Um…He sure writes like an angel Nurse Joan. Maybe he is an angel and
isn’t telling anybody?”
“Maybe you’re right Miranda.” Joan replies “Maybe he is, and if that’s what you
think you keep thinking it. It’s always nice to dream Miranda, and many times
dreams come true just like yours will someday.” “You mean like having a family
of my own? A mommy and daddy who can take me to the park and I’ll have a big dog
with a loud bark that will chase away all mean people. And I can play with him
in a big backyard and kiss him and hug him. And if I do I’ll call that big dog
James. He’ll be just like my guardian angel. I’ll take care of him and he’ll
take care of me.
3 “Yes! Yes, Miranda.” Joan
assures. “Your day will come soon, you just wait and see.” Miranda grows quiet
staring towards the window once again. “What’s the matter Miranda?” a concerned
Joan questions Miranda sadly responds, “I hope they find me a mommy and daddy
soon Nurse Joan. Do you think people don’t want to adopt me because I’m too
old?” “Too old!” Joan blurts. “Miranda you’re only six years old. You have
plenty of time, you’re a beautiful, sweet little girl and if I could adopt you
right now I would!” “Oh! Would you Nurse Joan?” Exclaims Miranda throwing her
small arms around Joan.
“Miranda, if I could I would, believe me, I truly care for you.” Miranda looks
down appearing saddened by Joan’s words, she then looks away. “Come on Miranda,
smile! Replies Joan, trying once again to lift Miranda’s sagging spirits. “You
know something Nurse Joan? When it rains like it does today, I don’t think it
rains cats and dogs like people say. I think it rains angel’s tears. Tears they
cry for all the lonely children like me. Kids without mommies and daddies,
without a home.”
Joan sits speechless, tearfully choked by Miranda’s response. She clears her
throat as she stands and bids Miranda a quick goodbye. She struggles to hold
back her thinking, Please! God, let Miranda find a happy home….Soon! Miranda
lifts the book which Joan in her emotional moments has forgotten. Her precious
book of heavenly poems. Works that Miranda can only understand to be beautiful
angel stories. She slowly opens to the first page and observes a picture of a
small angel, a beautiful angel set aglow.
4 “This is an angel’s book!”
Miranda exclaims in excitement. “James is an angel! And here’s his picture and
he’s a beautiful angel too!” She turns the page, sliding her small finger down
the page she stops at a title set in bold print. She carefully recites each
letter she observes. “L…I….L..Y.. Lily? Lily! She must be a lady angel? Maybe
she’s James’ sister angel? I’d like to meet her too. Dear God, please! Someday
let me meet James and his sister angel Lily. I want to be their friend cause I
truly love James. Can I please! Marry him someday? Please! Please! Please! God,
please!
I’ll be a good mommy and angel wife and I know James would be a good daddy too.
We’ll have 100 angel babies and read them angel stories everyday. I promise!”
Miranda clasps her hands in prayer glancing towards the ceiling hoping God will
hear her heartfelt prayer and answer it. A few days passed before Joan found the
time to visit her dear little Friend Miranda. Heading towards her room she’s
stopped abruptly by Sister Eileen. Appearing troubled the sister tells Joan that
Miranda had suddenly taken ill the same day Joan had stopped by to see her. Joan
shocked asks Sister Eileen exactly what had occurred, and what was Miranda’s
current condition. The sister tells Joan that Miranda developed a fever so high,
they thought it best to have the young child transferred to “Christ Hospital” In
the nearby town of Hope.
Joan concerned asks the sister if she could cover for her while she quickly paid
a visit to Miranda to see how she was doing and to raise her spirits. “Of course
Joan!” The sister replies assuringly. ‘Take all the time you need. Sister Dorthy
and I can handle things while You’re gone. Say hello! To the little one for me.
5 Let her know that we all
miss her so very much.” Joan smiles then hugs Sister Eileen responding in a
gracious voice “Oh! Thank you so very much sister, I won’t forget this favor,
ever.” Joan quickly runs to retrieve her jacket on her way to the town of Hope,
hoping along the way that her dear little friend Miranda is okay. A steady rain
falls as Joan carefully maneuvers her small vehicle through the rain soaked
streets. Droplets of rain that mercilessly pelt the windshield are swept through
the wrath of the swift moving windshield wipers. The words Miranda spoke to her
days earlier play through Joan’s thoughts.
“Nurse Joan, you know when it rains it doesn’t rain cats and dogs like most
people say, I believe it rains angel’s tear drops, which they cry for all the
lonely children like me, without a mommy or daddy, or a home to call their own.”
Joan’s eyes cloud with tears, as she whispers a short prayer for Miranda, “God,
please! Let her be okay. Take care of my little Miranda.”
Arriving at the hospital parking lot Joan jets in to the first available space
she can find. Shutting down the engine she grabs her faithful umbrella weathered
by many storms. Stepping outside, the rain targets Joan as she quickly presses
the umbrella’s release to shield herself against nature’s fury. A stiff wind
attacks propelling Joan’s umbrella skyward. “Oh! No.” She exclaims as the
vicious wind steals her faithful protector. Joan quickly runs towards the
hospital’s entrance as her umbrella scurries through the parked cars. In a fast
trot she reaches the hospital’s entrance disappearing through its doors.
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6 At the information desk a young woman behind
it smiles and asks Joan politely, “Can I help You?” “Yes you can!” Joan quickly
responds. “I’m looking for a Miranda Chung. She’s from St. John’s orphanage I’m
her nurse there, I believe she was admitted a few days ago?” The young woman
pecks at her computer keys seeking the location of Miranda. “Yes, here we go,
Miranda Chung, she’s in the children’s ward on the second floor.”
Joan thanks the woman who hands Joan her pass upstairs. She makes her way
quickly to the elevator on her way to the second floor. On the second floor Joan
arrives at the nurses station where a nurse attentively scans through patient’s
charts. Joan stands at the desk for several moments then clears her throat to
grab the nurse’s attention.
“Excuse me.” She responds, “I’m looking for a patient. Her name is Miranda
Chung, I’m her nurse at St. John’s orphanage.” Without hesitation the nurse
answers, “Oh! Yes, Miranda, what a beautiful little girl. We were so concerned
for her when she was admitted. She was quite ill. Fortunately her fever has
broken and she smiling beautifully today. |
Joan questions, “Do the doctors know what the
problem was?
“We’ll you’ll have to talk with Doctor Edwards about that, he’s the physician
taking handling her. He would know. As a matter of fact he spent so many hours
with her the past couple of days, I believe he’s fallen for the pretty little
thing. He’s such a wonderful man, and doctor. He and his wife have been wanting
for children for several years, he’d make a great father. I think he’s even
tempted to adopt the little girl.”
7 “Is that right?” Joan questions with a smile. “I’d
like to see her what room is she in?” “Sure, she’s in room 211. Last time I
checked on her on her she was awake and asking for pancakes, seems she loves
pancackes, especially with strawberries.”
“Oh! Yes” Joan agrees. “If Miranda had it her way, every breakfast, lunch and
dinner would include pancakes. They’re her favorite.” Joan departs from the
nurses station and enters room 211 where she sees Miranda with fork in hand
joyously munching on strawberry pancakes. “Nurse Joan!” Miranda blurts slamming
her fork down on her tray. “Nurse Joan!” I have a surprise for you guess what?”
Joan is taken back by Miranda’s current enthusiasm, folding her arms she
questions the little girl, “Is that right Miranda? What is this surprise you
have for me?” Miranda on her knees with her hands folded answers excitedly, “I
met James and his sister Lily!” Joan puzzled squeezes her smooth lips then asks,
“James and Lily, who are they Miranda?” “James the angel, Nurse Joan, and his
sister angel Lily.” Responds Miranda disappointed at Joan’s forgetfulness.
Joan’s eyes widen in astonishment but she is troubled by the small girl’s words.
“When did you meet them Miranda?” Joan questions.
“Yesterday, they both came to my room. James and Lily both, they spent the whole
day with me. We played and Lily, she’s so tiny, but you know what? She touched
my heart with her angel’s wings and she made me feel so happy. Nurse Joan, I
wish you could have met them too. But they said they know you.”
8 Joan believing Miranda is just running astray with an over active imagination
shakes her head in acknowledgement smiling then says, “That’s so very nice
Miranda that they would stop bye and say hello and see how you were doing.” Joan
takes a seat next to Miranda’s bed as the nurse enters the room and Miranda
exclaims, “Nurse Stephanie! I told nurse Joan that Angel James and his sister
Lily were here to see me yesterday. They were so nice and beautiful. They told
me that someday soon I will have a mommy and daddy and a big dog, and! A big
house to live in with a big backyard and that big dog I’m gonna kiss and hug all
day long.”
Stephanie’s eyes widen as she glances to Joan and shrugs her shoulders. “Boy!
Miranda,” Joan goes on to say, “What an imagination you have for a little girl,
I bet you can be a great story teller when you want to be?” Miranda frowns, “I’m
not making this up, it’s true! James and Lily were here yesterday and Lily left
me this beautiful flower.”
Miranda pulls forth a beautiful white Lily as both Joan’s and Stephanie’s eyes
wonder in amazement. “Lily told me to hold this flower close to my heart
whenever I felt lonely and she would always be close to make me smile.” Joan
stands to grab a closer look at the beautiful flower then questions, “Miranda!
Where did you get such a beautiful flower?” I told you nurse Joan, Lily the
angel gave it to me. James and Lily were here with me yesterday we played and
had a great time all day.”
Miranda sniffs the lily’s sweet fragrance. Joan walks towards Stephanie and
whispers,
9 “Where’d she get that flower?” Stephanie shakes her head
responding softly, “I have no idea, she must have gotten out of bed and grabbed
it from another room?”
“But I thought you told me she’s been quite ill since she arrived?” Questions
Joan Stephanie shrugs her shoulders then says, “There must be an explanation.”
Moments pass when a handsome dark haired doctor enters the room. Stephanie turns
an in enthusiastic voice responds, “Oh! Doctor Edwards! How are you this
morning?” The doctor smiles brightly then answers, “I’m fine, thank you! And how
is my beautiful little patient today?” Miranda quickly jumps up shouting,
“James, you came back to see me!”
The doctor smiles once again and questions, “Yes I did Miranda I came back to
check on you, but how’d you know my name was James?” “You’re the angel James,
don’t you remember? Lily you and me were playing all day yesterday.”
Miranda again frowns at another person’s forgetfulness. “Oh! Whatever you say
Miranda, I’m sorry! I’ve been so busy I must have forgotten. Yes! Now I
remember, you, me and Lily we had a great time.” Miranda then smiles her
brightest smile. The doctor turns to Joan and questions, “And you are?” “Yes I’m
one of the nurses from St. John’s. my name is Joan, Joan Redding. I stopped by
to see how Miranda was doing.”
10 The doctor squeezes his lips the answers, “Well I’ll tell you, she’s doing
much better than she was the last couple of days, yesterday she was quite ill
with a fever of 105. I was quite worried but miraculously early this morning her
fever broke. I can only describe it as miraculous. God surely answered our
prayers.”
“Amen! To that” Joan answers in relief, “I understand you’ve spent quite a few
hours with Miranda these past couple of days, I and all of us at the orphanage
truly appreciate your sincere dedication for Miranda.” “Oh! That’s no problem
Joan. Miranda’s a beautiful child. A child anyone including myself would be
honored to have as their own. I would like to talk with someone at St. Johns
about possibly adopting Miranda. My wife and I have been trying to have children
of our own for the past several years, unfortunately it hasn’t happened. We
would both love to have a daughter like Miranda.”
Joan smiles, then answers, “Oh! That would be wonderful doctor. I’m sure both
you and your wife would be perfect candidates for adopting Miranda, and I know
she would be happy, for starters you have the perfect name.” The doctor puzzled,
questions, “Perfect name, what do you mean?”
“James!” Replies Joan with a big smile. “Miranda has always loved the name James
since I read her the poem “Asian Flower” By the poet James. I can’t remember his
last name, but since I read her poetry from his book she’s always dreamed of
meeting James one day, she believes he’s an angel.” The doctor appearing shocked
shakes his head responding, “This is amazing, are you sure you don’t remember
the last name of the Poet James?” Joan shrugs answering, “Not that I recall,
James, James,
11 James….James Edwards! Oh! My God, doctor, is that you?”
The doctor acknowledges with a nod of his head he goes on to say, “Yes it is, I
published that book ten years ago right out of college. I don’t believe this.”
Joan responds in astonishment, “So Miranda has finally met her angel. I can’t
believe this! This truly is a miracle.” Joan breathes a heavy sigh and leans
against the wall shocked by the current information she is receiving. Minutes
pass as both Joan and Doctor Edwards approach Miranda’s bed, standing there,
Joan smiles at Miranda replying, “Miranda, meet your angel, and your future
daddy….”
Contributed By:
Daniel Jay Mc Shane
katie163@verizon.net The story is about Miranda is an orphan girl, wishing
to God and praying in her own way for a family of her own and through a small
book her eyes are opened to a forth coming miracle. The miracle to her dreams
come true.
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