Do you believe in miracles?

Impregnable. That is how I would describe her.

It's been almost four years since that distressing event. Yet she remains standing. Figuratively. Four years of enduring the pain that only she can fight. Strong. She has always been.

I remember that night when I spoke to her over the phone. She wished for me to go home one weekend and spend it with them. I passed up because my work compelled me. Little did I know that would be the last time I would hear her over the phone. Little did I know that would be the last time she would ask me to come home. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see her dancing. Laughing. Salubrious. Normal.

I hated myself till then. I felt it was my responsibility. I was not there when it happened. Had I been, things would have been different. I could have stopped it from happening. It would not be like what it is now. She would still have been in the best of health. But I came too late.

Oh, what I would give just to hear her talking again.
What I would surrender just to see her walking again.

Now all she can do is muster a soft giggle or a murmur. Cannot even stand nor eat on her own. People say she is in the fittest form that she can be now.

But I believe in miracles. Her present state, after all that she has been through, is in fact already a miracle on its own. But one glorious day, I know I will see her walking entirely again. One divine day, I know I will hear her calling my name again.

Mama, do not stop fighting. Keep the faith. A healing miracle is on the way.


Do you believe in miracles?