The Miracle of Wendy Whimple

By Attilio Guardo

Michela Vandemere Whimple is a woman whose mother insisted she be perfect in whatever undertaken she took on.  When her newborn child, Wendy, is born with some deformity, she gives her up.  A loving relative takes Wendy in and soon discovers she is no ordinary child.  Growing up she starts to manifest a unique healing powe

• Language: English
• Publisher: ReadersMagnet LLC
• Release date: Aug 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781950947324

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The Miracle of Wendy Whimple

Copyright © 2019 by Attilio Guardo

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ISBN Paperback: 978-1-950947-31-7

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Chapter 1

June 1946

Michela Vandemere Whimple was a very beautiful young woman. Whether she really was or not, she had to believe in it for her mother Ariel had told her so every single day of her life. Michela was twenty one years of age and very pregnant with her first child.

Michela’s mother had always referred to her as her perfect princess. She had come out of Ariel’s womb unscathed with no physical defects or imperfections. Luckily for Ariel, it worked out, for she was exorbitant when it came to her obsession with perfection and cleanliness.

Nothing was too good for her daughter. Every major detail of their lives had to be consumed by the pursuit of perfection. Everything had to be orderly and in place. Their clothing and appearance had to be proper and clean every day of their existence. Ariel would have it no other way.

You must strive for perfection and be exact in everything you do, my princess, Ariel would tell Michela. You must be better than everyone and never settle for less. And you must marry the best man possible, my princess. Only someone who is worthy of you, and it went on and on.

Michela digested everything her mother had told her. And unfortunately, Ariel instilled her maddening obsession in her only daughter. Sadly enough, unbeknownst to Ariel, her obsession would have a dramatic impact on her daughter’s life.

Eric Whimple, Michela’s husband was a successful banker and investment broker. He was a modest man that she loved dearly. Michela’s mother Ariel however, wasn’t overly thrilled with her daughter’s choice of husband. She could have done better. He was too reserved and not aggressive enough. But she was convinced Eric did love Michela deeply and worshipped the ground she walked on. With that, Ariel reconciled herself to the marriage.

According to her doctor, Michela was expecting to give birth within the next thirty six hours. Michela was positive she would be giving birth to a daughter—with a chosen name of Wendy—who would be the epitome of perfection. Yes, her baby who would possess perfect facial features and a body impeccable in its shape and function. After all, how could she not give birth to a little princess when she herself was one as she would often reaffirm. And Michela thought, mother would have it no other way.

Having no brothers or sisters, Michela was extremely close to her cousin Bonnie Vandemere. In addition to having a beautiful, clear complexion, long, blond hair and blue eyes, Bonnie was a pleasant girl who had a positive attitude and outlook on life. She also possessed a compassionate, loving heart. Even though Bonnie had been exposed to her aunt Ariel over a period of eighteen years, she had never adopted any of her philosophies or obsessions.

Thirty hours had elapsed since Michela had visited her doctor. Now she was starting to experience contractions which told her the baby would be coming soon. She had promised her cousin Bonnie she could witness the delivery along with her mother Ariel and her husband Eric.

Even though her doctor was a resident of the local hospital, Michela chose to have her baby born at home. Her way of thinking was it was best to have the infant born in a home environment. What could possibly be a better place for the baby to take its first breath?

So it would be.

As Michela’s contractions became more frequent, all the respective individuals who were attending the birth were summoned to the Vandemere household. Their subsequent arrivals were timely, and they all waited patiently in the living room until Doctor Finnigan was ready to call them into the bedroom to witness the birth of a princess.

The minutes on the large clock, which rested on the fireplace mantle, seemed to pass time extremely slowly. Bonnie’s eyes were glued to the clock eagerly anticipating every next minute to be the one to bring forth the sound of Doctor Finnigan’s voice calling out, It’s time!

When everyone finally heard Doctor Finnigan say it’s time, they all impulsively sat straight up in their chairs. They quickly turned to look at each other giving the impression they were waiting to see which one of them would be the first to head for the bedroom.

Cousin Bonnie was the most explosive, and she was the first one to leave for the bedroom. Ariel quickly followed with Eric calmly entering the bedroom last.

Michela was perspiring and very uncomfortable. She immediately felt relieved when Ariel and Bonnie came to the side of her bed.

You are going to be fine, Michela. Your princess is ready to be born. Doctor Finnigan is going to take good care of you, and Ariel’s words were comforting.

I know my baby is worth all the pain, said Michela as Bonnie gently padded her forehead to wipe away the beads of perspiration that had accumulated.

Ready, Michela? Doctor Finnigan asked as he positioned himself in front of her. Then he commanded Michela to push.

Michela cried as she pushed. That’s good, Doctor Finnigan praised her. Now push again.

With her next push, the baby’s head and shoulders became visible. A couple more pushes and the baby will be out, said the doctor. Now some deep breaths and then push.

Breathe, honey, Ariel coaxed her. You are almost there.

Michela responded to what she was told, and with Doctor Finnigan pulling, the infant was out of the birth canal. The first thing Doctor Finnigan noticed was the infant was a girl granting Michela her wish to have a daughter. Then as he held the child, he noticed her left leg. It was noticeably twisted inward, and the leg itself was shorter than the other.

Knowing how obsessed Michela was with perfection, Doctor Finnigan made a decision. He would come up with an excuse and temporarily prevent Michela from seeing her child.

Ariel, let’s clean the baby up before she is presented to her mother.

Ariel, sensing something was wrong, agreed with doctor Finnigan. That’s a good idea. We’ll clean up the little princess first before her mother holds her.