Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Miracle

By Maddi Braun, Age 12, Pennsylvania

 

“But Aunt Li-” BOOM! “Didn’t you hear that?” I asked Aunt Lila, worry in my voice.

“Now, dear. We’ll be just fine! Now get back to your spinning, or I’ll whip you silly!” She threatened.

As I continued to spin, I asked Aunt Lila another question. “What if he’s right?”

“Who’s right?” BOOM!

“Larry, the shoemaker.” BOOM! “Those cannons could be dangerous.” CRASH! BANG! BOOM! Suddenly, a soldier was in our home, and there was a huge hole in the wall.

“Leave! Get out! They’re attacking! ATTACKING!”

“Maybe he is right.” She said, gathering up her loom materials.” It IS time to leave.”

“To where?” I asked her, quickly gathering up my loom as well.

“America.”

We sailed to America. It took a really long time, about a year or so. When we arrived, I thought Boston would be magic. That was definitely NOT the case. As we arrived, there were red soldiers lining the streets. As Lila approached one, she asked him if there was war.

“No, ma’am, just protecting Boston.” He told her standing tall.

“Okay then! I guess we should find a house to settle before we plan anything. Isn’t that right darlin?” She said, looking right at me.

“Yes, Aunt Lila.” I said to her with a tight smile, trying my hardest to be polite.

“Sweetie, you don’t mind carrying my bags for me, do you?” She asked me, her eyes daring me to refuse.

“Of course not ma’am.” I said to her, leaning down to pick them up.

“Okay,” She said to me, fluffing out her hair. “Now, let’ go this way.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I told her, dragging her bags and mine behind her. These wheels finally are up to good use. I thought, referring to the wooden wheels on the end of the bags. I made them from the old tree stump in the back of our yard. As I wheeled the bags along, we passed shops, houses, and even a shed! We walked for only a little while when Lila suddenly stopped.

“This is the one.” She told me, her eyes mesmerized. As I followed her gaze, I looked over and saw a house, very small. As she stepped up to the porch, she turned the knob and walked in.

“Aunt Lila, you shouldn’t be in there!” I said to her, my face in shock.

“Oh, why not? We will only stay for a little while. If you want to see your mami and papi again, you have to stay with me a listen to what I say. Agreed?” She said, starting to walk inside of the house.

I sighed.

“Yes, Aunt Lila.” I said, walking into the house with her. “Hello? Anybody home?” Aunt Lila called through the house. There was no answer. “It seems that nobody’s home.” Aunt Lila said. “I guess we should settle in ourselves.”

The next day, we woke up to the sound of people shouting outside.

“What’s going on?” said Aunt Lila, peering out the window. As I stood beside her, I could just faintly see the center of town, and as I did I saw people throwing snowballs at the soldiers. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot. Then another, then another.

“We have to get out of here! I thought there was no war here!” Cried Lila clearly shocked. As she gathered up her suitcase, we started down the stairs and onto the street. When we got to the harbor, we ran up to a captain and Aunt Lila said “We need to sail to Virginia! Quick!”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but the lobster backs blocked anything from coming into or out of the harbor. Nobody is allowed in or out.”

“But we just got in yesterday morning!” Lila cried, horror washing over her face. As we walked away from the captain, Lila straightened up and took a deep breath.

“Let’s go down rent a horse and ride out.”

“But they said no one can get in or out!” I told her, in despair.

“Yes, but it’s worth a try.”

“Excuse me sir, but how much is your horse sir?” Lila asked a man on the street.

“Not for sale ma’am. But if you want bad, you can have him for fifty Scottish notes.” he snickered. “Like you even have any.” Lila sighed.

“If you insist.” Lila said, pulling out her wad. As she handed him the money, his eyes boggled and he froze.

“Have a good day sir!” Lila said to him as we loaded on the horse and rode off.

As we got to the border of Boston, we saw soldiers lined up at the end, guns loaded. I sighed a breath of despair. Suddenly, two soldiers stood to the side, letting two people through.

“This is our chance!” She said, jumping off of the horses’ side. As soon as she did, I saw her blink her eyes and stumble back.

“What is it Aunt Lila? What’s wrong?” I asked her, jumping off the horse after her. As I looked up, I came face-to-face with my Mother.

“Mami! Papi!” I shouted with joy, running into my mother’s arms.

“My baby.” She said, squeezing me.

“I thought you were dead. She made me a slave, and I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I said to them, tears welling up in my eyes.

“No, of course not. A conflict started up, and your Papi just HAD to help.” She said to me, finally letting go, and glaring at Papi.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m a lover!” He said, laughing.

“Alright! Nice seeing you, but we’ll be on our way now.” Aunt Lila said, grabbing my hand. “Bye!”

As soon as she started to drag me, I pulled away and ran into my mother’s arms.

“Bye!” I yelled, as we fled through the line of soldiers.

“No! Let me out! I need you servant!” She was yelling, but we were already gone. Away from the war, away from the fight that pulled my life apart. Towards freedom.