Christmas Miracles: The Birth Of Jesus Bringing Luck

As you all know, or maybe not, or possibly don't believe it: Christmas is the birth of Jesus Christ and Jesus himself has blessed me with many miracles. It appears that my first miracle is that everyone in my class is beginning to like each other--like REALLY like each other, including myself and my miracle guy. My second miracle is my family, the family that will wake up to celebrate Christmas and gifts two days from now. Jesus has blessed me with more than that. He has also given me the luck of keeping my best friend Andrew for our anniversary of 6 years. Also, for giving me new friends and true feelings for someone I really like. God bless you all and have a merry Christmas and I hope you are blessed with luck as I have been.

Feelings

This year in the 5th grade a miracle happened. A beautiful, heavenly, and long lasting miracle that I fear will stop at the end of this year. This miracle is a boy named Isaiha Lee. Isaiha is my miracle, because he is the cutest thing alive. I really can't admit it to his face, because it is hard enough to be around him without losing my mind completely. My friend Andrew Nash that I have known since K5 told him I liked him, and from there we became better and better friends and I made him a Christmas Card. I finally got the nerves to give it to him at the end of the day and he gave me a half hug. He tried to hug me, changed his mind, and turned into like a kneeling pose. I don't know if he likes me but I hope he does and he'll let me know because he's my first big REAL crush. God bless my lovely miracle: Isaiha Lee.

Progressing

This year, I am 11 now. Plenty months have gone by since my last post, and much has changed. My parents almost divorced and my mom moved out for about 3 weeks then came back. During that time, my dad might as well have been a dead doornail because he was grieving so much and I had to help him through. I knew I had to, so I tried my hardest. I knew the only thing that would keep him sane and slightly better would be us--his children. Autumn, my sister, was the biggest help, because she is the oldest and understood what he was going through. I didn't really, I mean I knew he was hurting but I didn't understand why all of it happened--out of the blue. I remember the night my mom left, and announced they were seperating. It felt like there was a hole growing in my chest, becoming larger until my heart was gone. And my lungs had stopped functioning as though I couldn't breathe. It felt like an ahsma attack along with cartiac problems. I don't know how to describe my pain any better than that, all I know is that it hurt. But i got through it, my mom figured out that she couldn't be without dad and they loved each other and so on, and my auntie (who was trying to get herself deeply involved) said sorry for getting so into something that wasn't really her bisuness. It was a rough time.
I am still in pain about losing Fouachua. I know that pain may never fade. Her birthday has passed and I don't know her number. I feel so terrible for not calling her. My birthday has passed as well. She is 5 days older than me. Of course, that is why I am 11 now. I have made new friends though. I met this really amazing girl named Francina. She was in the same class as Emma last year, but is way nicer. She is so awesome. I must admit, she can sing pretty well and i admire how strong spirited she is. You see, as I sit around going through a very hard 5th grade year I am progressing--and like i said--moving on and getting older and I know I will be ok. Make sure to check in for my next blog posting :)