TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL
SAMANTHA FINDS OUT THE SECRET
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SUMMARY: Samantha comes home on the day of her sixteenth birthday, starts snooping and finds some papers with her name on them. What are the papers and why dose she need an angel? What secret will she uncover?
Hi, my names is Samantha Taylor and I'm sixteen years old. I got home from school a couple of hours ago and you won't believe what I found! I know I shouldn't have been snooping, but I was snooping around in my mom's office and found some adoption papers with my name on them.
I hear the front door, but cannot move from where I sit. I am in shock, I have a birth family somewhere.
"What on Earth are you doing in here?" My 'mom' asked. "Were you ever going to tell me I was adopted?" I counter. "Wh...what are you talking about?" My mom stutters. "These papers, they say I'm adopted." I replied. "I was going to wait until you were eighteen." My mother replies. "Do you know who my parents are?" I ask. "No, it was a closed adoption." My mother tells me.
For five years after I found out I was adopted, I searched for my birth family. It was my twenty first birthday, when I decided to stop looking for my family. I was relaxing and reading a book, when there was a knock at the door. With a sigh I get up to answer it.
"Samantha Taylor?" Ask a women with an Irish accent. "Yes, may I help you?" I ask. "My name is, Monica. I am an angel sent by God to take you to your sister." Monica tells me. "Why now? Why not five years ago?" I demand to know. "Because something happened to you mother and other sister and it would've happened to you to." Monica replied. "What happened?" I ask. "They were killed five years ago." Monica tells me. "How?" I ask in shock. "I'll let your sister Fiona tell you that." Monica replied. "You can't do that...you can't just give me a little information and then leave me hanging." I tell Monica. "They were murdered. I don't know anymore then that." Monica finally tells me. "All right, let's go see my sister." I finally agree.
A few hours later we reached the hospital. It wasn't to long after we got there that Fiona woke up.
"Who are all of you?" Fiona asked looking around. "I'm Samantha, your sister." I tell her. "Okay, then who are you two?" She asked a man and women we didn't know. "Hi, baby, my name is Tess and this is Andrew." Tess replied. "You were there the day my mom and sisters were killed." Fiona said to Andrew. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Mom and our sisters were killed five years ago today, by our dad who said he was drunk. I came home and found them dead." Fiona told me. "Five years ago today I was told I was adopted and I've been looking for my family every since. Now I find out my mother is dead and my father killed her, this is unbelievable." I said dropping into a chair beside Fiona's bed. "Tess, if Monica and Andrew are angels? Are you an angel to?" Fiona asked. "Yes, baby, I am an angel." Tess said as a bright light filled the room.
I felt something like love from the light.
"Then why are you here?" Fiona asked. "We're here to help you." Tess replied. "Why didn't you help us five years ago? Why didn't you help me find my mom and sisters then?" I asked bitterly. "I was there to help your mom and sisters. I took them home and they are very happy." Andrew told me. "Then why didn't I die to?" Fiona asked. "It wasn't your time." Andrew replied. "It wasn't my time? For four years I lived on the streets. I wondered if I would eat, live or die everyday. It wasn't my time?" Fiona asked. "I'm sure it must have been very hard for you." Monica told Fiona.
That's when the doctor came into the room.
"Oh my God..." He whispered. "Yes, God is here and He wants to help all of you." Tess replied. "What do you mean? Why would God want to help me?" The doctor asked bitterly. "Jermey, your sister was kidnapped when she was six months old, she is gone now, but you're looking at her two daughters." Monica said. "I felt so alone, like I was the only one searching. I prayed every night that she would be all right." Jermey told everyone. "You were never alone, God heard all your prayers." Monica said to Jermey. "Why didn't I get to meet my sister before she died?" Jermey asked. "I don't know, but I do know you will get to see her again one day." Monica replied. "Wait, if your our uncle and our mom was kidnapped as a baby, that means the people I've been calling my grandparents are not really my grandparents. Are our grandparents still alive?" Fiona asked. "Yes, would you like to meet them?" Jermey asked. "Yes." Fiona and I replied in unsion. "All right, I'll go call them." Uncle Jermey said and left the room.
I turned back to Fiona.
"I'm glad I got to meet you, Samie." Fiona said, took one final breath and the heart monitor went off. "No, Fiona! Please, don't die! Someone get in here! Please hurry!" I yelled.
Nurses and Uncle Jermey came running in the room.
"Charge...okay clear!...(Nothing happened.)...charge again...okay clear!" Jermey yelled again.
Jermey and the nurses tried to bring Fiona back for twenty minutes, with no results.
"Call it! Time of death (looks at the clock) nine forty five." Jermey said and began to cry. "I just met my sister, why did I have to lose her now?" I asked looking at Monica. "It was her time to go. Andrew took her home to God." Monica replied. "God, must really hate me, if He didn't want me to know my sister." I said bitterly. "God, dose not hate. God loves you, your sisters and your mother. They are with Him now, but you will get to know themsome day." Monica told me. "I didn't even get to know her. Why did she have to die now?" I asked again. "Because it was her time to go." Monica repeated.
Two days later was Fiona's funeral. I met Uncle Jermey and my grandparents at the funeral home. Fiona's coffin was partly opening for the viewing. After the service Fiona was taken to the cemetery, where she was buried next to our mom and sisters. After Fiona was put in the ground I left.
I haven't been feeling good for about the past few months, so I went to see a doctor and just got the results today. So I decided to go visit my mom and sisters.
"Hi, mom, Lucy, Missy. I guess we meet again Fiona.I wish we could've gotten to know each other, but I guess dad would've killed me to, huh? I just found out today I'm having triplets. I hope they're all girls so I can name them after the three sisters I will one day get to know." I said as I turned and left the cemetery.
I was just driving when the pain of losing my family finally got to me. I was driving on an empty country road. I began to go faster and faster. I had the intention of killing myself, when Andrew appeared in the passengers seat.
"Samantha, if you die now. you won't be able to bring those three little girls into the world and what would happen to your boyfriend?" Andrew asked. "What do you mean? Nobody cares if i live or die. My mother and sisters are dead, my father killed them. What is there to live for?" I asked. "There is someone who cares if you live or die." Andrew told me. "Oh yeah, tell me. Who cares?" I asked. "God cares. God dosen't want you to kill yourself. He wants you to live and give those three little girls a chance." Andrew tells me. "Will the pain ever stop?" I asked. "No, but in time it won't hurt as much. I know you're in pain, but God wants you to live." Andrew tells me.
I pull over to the side of the road and fall into Andrew's arms sobbing for the loss of my mother and sisters.
"G...God...please he...help m...me." I sobbed. "He will, God loves you and is always with you." Andrew assured me.
I married my boyfriend Jack about four months ago and today gave birth to triplets. Which I kept my promise and named them after my sisters: Lucy, Melissa and Fiona.
Now I have a new family. My grandparents, Uncle Jermey, Jack, Fiona, Missy and Lucy.
"Thank you, God, for these three little miracles." I whispered as I began to cry, this time because I was happy.
THE END
