Stair to Miracles

By Lora Hodgin

Changes do not always lead to good things. Mary got a new house, a different mother, and therefore a lot of worries. But the real threat is very close, it is not easy to avoid it. The main thing is not to be afraid of your mysterious protector and accept the unknown into your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lora Hodgin
• Release date: Jun 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215789827

Lora Hodgin

Hi all!I am Ukrainian, originally from Odessa. Not a professional writer, but I really enjoy the process. The characters themselves keep me from giving up their stories, so I will continue.Ready for criticism and comments, but I really hope that you will be interested.Lora Hodgin

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STAIR TO MIRACLES

By Lora Hodgin

2 book in the Bad Mary series

Copyright 2021 Lora Hodgin

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Mary thought that everything that was happening to her was unreal, she had various thoughts going through her head, but the main one was that it was particularly cold today, and she was dressed lightly for the last days of November, so she felt very chilly. She was practically forced to come here, and now she was thinking about how long it could last and when it would finally end.

Dad, Mum and Mary look like a normal family who have gone for a walk by the sea to enjoy the last sunny days before winter. It would have been like that if the girl was not wearing a thin, cold coat and didn't have to keep running and jumping around to keep warm.

The wind from the sea was very icy and so strong that it could have mercilessly blown her away from here, far away and forever. But Mary held on, she even had to look after the son of the new father's boss, who was only five years old, which seems like the reason she was brought along.

Just a moment ago, there was an unpleasant incident in which the son fell and stumbled. The parents blamed Mary for pushing the boy, and the son confirmed the accusation.

The worst thing for Mary was that her father said very hurtful things about her after that, and they still echoed in her head:

You are a monster, not my daughter, – were his words.

Everybody stopped talking after that because there was no reason for him to say that, because Mary has been very good, and nobody has figured out the real reason for Max's fall.

The girl's mother decided to break the tension, she took her husband's hand and turned to the boy's parents saying something cheerful:

Oh! Look at the boat that's sailing over there, come and see it while it's passing by!

Everyone has seen the boat before, but they followed her obediently. Max's parents took him along, but he immediately escaped from them and ran up to Mary, making a nasty face. No longer was Mary able to play with the boy, as she decided that she was not safe for him. Mary was not very disappointed - jumping up and down, she ran to the edge of the cliff, where could be seen a broad view of the sea, but then she heard something:

Why have you left Max alone? He's a small kid, he might fall," - her father said, again roughly.

Max approached her and grabbed her hand to avoid causing any conflicts. Mary had no choice but to obey him.

On that day, Mary did not expect anyone to take care of her or ask whether she was cold or hungry, but it was too much to bear to be blamed for everything. It made her very upset, it seemed that even her dad didn't love her anymore, and she didn't realise that this was not the end of it and that it would get worse because she had been hurt so deeply.

For a while, Mary totally absorbed herself in the world of dreams, which was her only escape from boredom and loneliness. She imagined that it was summer- she was on a picnic with her dad and how warm and happy she was.

Suddenly everything was gone, a sharp pain in her eyes, so much so that Mary screamed because she got sand in her eyes as if Max had thrown it on purpose. It hurt so badly that she cried, trying to wipe her eyes with her fists, but suddenly she felt someone tugging her shoulder.

What are you doing, you silly girl? Why are you playing with sand, don't you have any brains? - her father said, and it was he who was now being so rude to her.

Mummy, I'm being hurt , - Max whimpered next to her.

Don't cry, my dear, let me wipe your eyes with my handkerchief. There you go, - the boy's mother said, caring for him, Do you feel better now? No more crying?

Not any more, you wiped it all off, Mum, but there was a lot of sand in both hands, -the boy spoke uncertainly, but dared to continue, " but why has she thrown it, Mummy?

She did it because she is trying to get into trouble!, - and he took Mary