Miracles on Maple Hill — Virginia Sorensen

Marly had been waiting a long time for this special moment. She sat alone in the car and stared at the lonely countryside and the small dilapidated house.

It had to be the right place. All outdoors. With miracles. Not crowded and people being cross and mean. Daddy not fired all the time. Mother not worried.

She whispered, "Please let there be miracles."