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Ch2 Miracle in Manhattan
Published Dec 21, 2011


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Miracle in Manhattan:

Chapter 2.

Miracle in Manhattan:

Chapter 2.
It was Christmas eve in New York City. After losing her job in an increasingly struggling advertising and media company Rachel Delaney had found a temporary replacement; she had become a maid for a wealthy family in lower Manhattan. This pained her, she had once been like that family, now she worked for them.

But for the moment she had to swallow her pride and make money any way she could until she could find a new job more suited to her skills and qualifications.

Each evening before setting out to work she would drop her kids off at the apartment of an elderly german neighbor on floor 19, with much protesting however.
"Aghhh Mom I hate Mrs Eckellsbergers place....it smells weird, she can't hardly speak any English, and she always bakes us cinammon and grape cookies. Ever-y-time...! I swear if I have to even look at cinammon and grape cookies one more time..." "Helllaw children. Mrs Eckellsberger make you cinammon and grape cookies! Surprise" "They love your cookies Mrs Eckellsberger. Thank you" Rachel lies. " I'll be back as soon as I can" .

She leaves her children with the old lady and makes her way to work.
"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel...you were supposed to be here 46 seconds ago...do hurry..." the lady of the house chimes in patronizing tone. She was a malicious woman from a malicious family.

"I'll just hang my coat up and take off my snow boots and I'll be right there, Ma'am" Rachel assures her with a forced smile.
"You have a lot to do, start with my son's room, the place is a mess. And be thorough this time, last time you forgot to dust the top shelf on his bookcase. He was none too pleased.

You'll have to tidy up too, he has toys strewn evvvvverywhere! Ugh, kids. You know how it is...."
The truth was that Rachel didn't know. It had been a long time since she could remember her childrens rooms overflowing with toys, games, and all manner of luxuries that they probably didn't even need.

These days they looked from the outside in at the toy store.

They were a minimalist family. What little money Rachel earned from cleaning someone else's house went towards food, heating and electricity for her and her children. Treats were a rarity, and until she found a new job they would remain a rarity.
She scoffed as she cleaned the little boys room while cleaning the floor. How lucky he was. He had so much. "Benson bear" she says with a smile, picking up the soft toy from the floor and examining it. She had seen the commercials. Everyone had seen the commercials. This bear was the cream of the crop, the toy every child wanted this year.

"My kids would love to have you, Mr Benson bear. Especially my daughter. She loves animals. Why did they make you so expensive, Benson? ...Does the little guy who owns you even appreciate you? Or did he play with you for all of 5 minutes and then throw you on the ground with the rest of these toys, never to be looked at again? ...Would he even notice if you weren't here?" she says innocently to the stuffed animal in her hand.
"Hmmmm.....WOULD he even notice...?" she asks herself, standing up straight and wide eyed. As quickly as the thought occured to her, it disappeared again. She flung it from her my mind and quickly felt overcome with shame.

"What kind of person am I??" she asks herself with disgust, "...what sort of person steals from a child, and at Christmas?".

She shakes her head and returns the bear to the its resting place on the rug.
"Hmmmmm...." a little voice appears at the door way, so spiteful and cunning for one so young.

"Yes, what kind of person are you?" he says with a sly grin...
"Look please, kid, it's not how it looks. I wasn't going to steal anything..I wouldn't..." Rachel tries to reason with him.

"Let's see!" he interupts, ''let's see what type of person my Mother thinks you are!!"
"Mom! Come here! Quickly!" "You're a THIEF! That's what you are!" the lady spits out her words with venom.

"Take yourself OUT of my home and don't come back. You're lucky, you're very very lucky it's the season of goodwill or I would have phoned the Police on you by now. And don't expect to be paid for the work you've done this month, and as for your Christmas bonus, that goes without saying! You aren't getting it! Go on, get out!"
"Ma'am, please, you can't do this to me" Rachel begs, "I was relying on that money, on that bonus, I was going to Super Value ToyMart on my way home before the stores close and get my kids a few little presents to open in the morning. Please, have a shred of decency!" Her pleas didn't have any impact on the stone cold houseowner and within seconds she finds herself outside.

"Well at least give my coat back" Rachel demands, thumping the palm of her hand on the heavy door, "it's freezing and my subway ticket is in the pocket!....Open this door!!"
"Too bad! Walk it. Take a shortcut through central park" she barks back, "I hear there are pickpockets there at night, you'll be right at home!"
Some believe everything happens for a reason. They call it fate, destiny, what was ''meant to be''.

Rachel had never planned to walk through central park that night. But due to a turn of events, she did.

There was a purpose to her being her at that time, and in hindsight she would realize it, but right now she was cold, furious and determined to get home.
She looked on in sadness as she passed the families on the ice rink. She felt that all too familiar emptiness within.

Horses trotted slowly by, majestic and elegant against the glare of the snow.

She didn't hear the footsteps behind her at first.

Crunch, crunch, crunch in the snow.

But they weren't feet, they were paws. Cold paws.
The four-legged follower inched ever closer until it was right behind her. With a bashful grin and a wagging tail she waited. "Oh!" Rachel exclaimed on spinning around. She was taken by surprise. Her shrill scream evidently took the dog by surprise too. "I'm sorry..." she said softly, kneeling down, "I didn't mean to scare you.....what on earth are you doing out here in the dark on your own on Christmas eve, huh?"

Any passer-by had likely wondered the same thing about Rachel.

"Oh no, you're so cold sweetheart'' she laments, pressing a thumb gently against the dogs nose. It felt like an icecube.

"Where's your owner?...Huh?"
"Sir!" she calls out, "is this your dog?"

He simply ignores her.

She asks another person, and another, and another, but to no avail.
Eventually a teenage boy is able to shed some light upon her mystery.

"Nobody owns that dog, lady. It's always hangin' out here, beggin' folks for their lunch. It belonged to some homeless guy. Don't worry, it's a tough dog. They learn to survive"

With that he walks away leaving Rachel in somewhat of a dilemma.
"What on earth am I gonna do with you, hey?" she ponders, ''I can't just leave you here.... but I live in an apartment, we aren't allowed to keep dogs....I.....I.......no I couldn't live with myself if I ignored a creature in need. I just couldn't....

...You know what, you can stay, but just for a little while. Okay...just a little while....as soon as the nearest animal sanctuary re-opens after the holidays you're gonna have to go, alright? And they'll find you someone to love you and care for you. Look at me as a foster parent, just a temporary carer, you got that? Okay..."
"Just for a couple days, alright?" she repeats clearly as the pair disappear into the night, bound for home, and for a good nights sleep.

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Thankyou for reading Chapter 2, I hope you enjoyed it. Ch 3 will be here soon.

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#1CleotopiaDec 22, 2011

\:wub\: Explendid story! I loved it!

#2MangioDec 22, 2011

This is such a beautifully well constructed and written story \:rah\: Poor Rachel... the women is so heartless and the boy is so greedy. They could have at least spared her some money and coat. Poor thing to be walking alone through Central Park on Christmas Eve. \:\( Glad she found a friend to accompany here though \:wub\: Congrats on a well deserved feature \;\)

#3urm0mDec 22, 2011

Aww the dog will cheer her up \:wub\:

#4fabrizioammolloDec 22, 2011

Charming story. \:\)

#5DianeHannaVIPDec 23, 2011

I'm really enjoying your character.  Getting me in the Christmas spirit!

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