| General Fiction posted September 6, 2024 |
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Believing there's more than this
Finding Positive Vibes
by Begin Again
Silvia and her two young children stood by the fire truck, still in their pajamas, their eyes fixed on the roaring flames that consumed their home. The crackling of wood and the occasional burst of glass breaking filled the night air.
A fireman carrying a gas can approached the Fire Chief. "Looks like arson, sir."
The Chief shook his head, his gaze shifting toward the small family. "Arson? This woman just lost her husband in a car crash, has a critically ill child in the hospital, and now this."
"Kind of makes you wonder if there's a God sometimes, doesn't it, sir?"
Emily, a local news reporter, overheard the conversation. Her eyes lit up with the scent of a potential story. She signaled to her cameraman, then hurried over to Silvia, microphone in hand. "How are you and the children holding up, ma'am?" Emily asked gently, bringing the microphone closer.
Silvia's tired eyes held an undeniable sadness, but she managed a small smile. "We're okay."
Emily's brow furrowed in disbelief. "But you just lost your house and all your possessions. How can you say you're okay?"
Before Silvia could respond, her daughter piped up, her voice bright and cheerful. "I know the answer!"
Emily leaned down with a smile. "You do? What is it?"
"The sun will come out tomorrow, and everything will be just fine," the little girl said, twirling on her toes like a ballerina.
Emily chuckled softly. "You're adorable, honey." She turned her attention back to Silvia, pressing further. "But, how are you staying so strong through all of this? You've been through so much."
Silvia exhaled deeply, her gaze momentarily drifting to the dancing flames. "I'm not going to lie — it's been rough. These last few years have been — a lot. But I have my children. They need to know that bad things happen, but that doesn't mean the end of the world."
Emily nodded, still in awe. "Not many people would see it that way."
Silvia looked down at her children, her heart swelling with love. "That's their choice. For me, I'd rather focus on the good things, on what I still have."
Her son, hugging her tightly, looked up at the reporter and grinned. "Yeah, and now I won't have to say Rufus ate my homework tomorrow." He ruffled the fur on their dog's head. "This time, it's not your fault, buddy." The dog wagged his tail and licked the boy's hand.
Emily smiled at the lightheartedness. "I can't believe how positive you all are, even now."
Silvia brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, her voice steady. "I believe everything happens for a reason, even when it's hard to see. I have faith that something better is waiting for us, something beautiful we can't even imagine yet. So, I focus on hope."
Emily paused, feeling a deep sense of admiration. "How do you keep that hope alive, especially in times like these?"
Silvia took a moment, then answered with quiet conviction. "I've learned to appreciate the small things — the unexpected moments of joy. I surround myself with people who lift me up and remind me I'm not alone. And I believe that even in pain, there's a purpose, that I'm meant for something greater."
The interview drew to a close, and as Emily lowered her microphone, Silvia reached out and gently took her hand. "Life is hard — everyone faces struggles and heartache. But I know there's goodness, that there's light at the end of the tunnel. That's what keeps me going."
Emily felt humbled by the woman's strength. "May I ask for one last statement?"
Silvia nodded, looking at her children with pride. "Just remember, when everything looks dark and gloomy, the sun will shine again."
The children grinned at their mother and sang in unison, their voices soft but full of certainty. "We gotta believe. Yes, we gotta believe that the best is yet to come."
Silvia and her two young children stood by the fire truck, still in their pajamas, their eyes fixed on the roaring flames that consumed their home. The crackling of wood and the occasional burst of glass breaking filled the night air.
A fireman carrying a gas can approached the Fire Chief. "Looks like arson, sir."
The Chief shook his head, his gaze shifting toward the small family. "Arson? This woman just lost her husband in a car crash, has a critically ill child in the hospital, and now this."
"Kind of makes you wonder if there's a God sometimes, doesn't it, sir?"
Emily, a local news reporter, overheard the conversation. Her eyes lit up with the scent of a potential story. She signaled to her cameraman, then hurried over to Silvia, microphone in hand. "How are you and the children holding up, ma'am?" Emily asked gently, bringing the microphone closer.
Silvia's tired eyes held an undeniable sadness, but she managed a small smile. "We're okay."
Emily's brow furrowed in disbelief. "But you just lost your house and all your possessions. How can you say you're okay?"
Before Silvia could respond, her daughter piped up, her voice bright and cheerful. "I know the answer!"
Emily leaned down with a smile. "You do? What is it?"
"The sun will come out tomorrow, and everything will be just fine," the little girl said, twirling on her toes like a ballerina.
Emily chuckled softly. "You're adorable, honey." She turned her attention back to Silvia, pressing further. "But, how are you staying so strong through all of this? You've been through so much."
Silvia exhaled deeply, her gaze momentarily drifting to the dancing flames. "I'm not going to lie — it's been rough. These last few years have been — a lot. But I have my children. They need to know that bad things happen, but that doesn't mean the end of the world."
Emily nodded, still in awe. "Not many people would see it that way."
Silvia looked down at her children, her heart swelling with love. "That's their choice. For me, I'd rather focus on the good things, on what I still have."
Her son, hugging her tightly, looked up at the reporter and grinned. "Yeah, and now I won't have to say Rufus ate my homework tomorrow." He ruffled the fur on their dog's head. "This time, it's not your fault, buddy." The dog wagged his tail and licked the boy's hand.
Emily smiled at the lightheartedness. "I can't believe how positive you all are, even now."
Silvia brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, her voice steady. "I believe everything happens for a reason, even when it's hard to see. I have faith that something better is waiting for us, something beautiful we can't even imagine yet. So, I focus on hope."
Emily paused, feeling a deep sense of admiration. "How do you keep that hope alive, especially in times like these?"
Silvia took a moment, then answered with quiet conviction. "I've learned to appreciate the small things — the unexpected moments of joy. I surround myself with people who lift me up and remind me I'm not alone. And I believe that even in pain, there's a purpose, that I'm meant for something greater."
The interview drew to a close, and as Emily lowered her microphone, Silvia reached out and gently took her hand. "Life is hard — everyone faces struggles and heartache. But I know there's goodness, that there's light at the end of the tunnel. That's what keeps me going."
Emily felt humbled by the woman's strength. "May I ask for one last statement?"
Silvia nodded, looking at her children with pride. "Just remember, when everything looks dark and gloomy, the sun will shine again."
The children grinned at their mother and sang in unison, their voices soft but full of certainty. "We gotta believe. Yes, we gotta believe that the best is yet to come."
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