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Bittersweet News

Updated on July 14, 2012
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HL Keeley has received a Bachelors degree in middle grade education. She is currently teaching high school.

“Wake up, sweetie,” Jack whispered nudging me. I pulled the blanket over my head groaning gaining a laugh from Jack. “Come on, we have to be at Doctor Bell’s office in an hour.” The bed shifted as he walked into the bathroom. I have been dreading this day since we made the appointment. For five years Jack and I have been married. We have tried everything to have a baby. Reluctantly, we applied for adoption after much persuading on Jack’s part. We have not been approved yet. So today we were going to Dr. Bell, my last hope at having my own child.

“Are you still in bed?” Jack asked with his toothbrush in his mouth. “I’m up! I’m up!” I moaned rolling over into the pillows. I heard him walk over to the bed hopping on top bouncing lightly. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” he shouted. I couldn’t help, but laugh swinging a pillow at him. He caught it lightly hitting my head continuing his chant. I rolled out of bed standing up glaring at him. Jack was lounging on the pillows brushing his teeth smiling. “Happy?” I asked with my arms out. He nodded getting out of bed to finish brushing. I grumbled walking into the bathroom turning the shower on.

When we were ready, we headed out to the town to the doctor’s office. I was clutching my grandfather’s handkerchief twisting it into knots. Jack rested his hand on top of mine. “Don’t worry,” he said glancing at me. “I just want a child so bad,” I said my throat clenching. A tear escaped my eye. “Hey, stop now. The news might be good,” Jack said holding tighter to my hand. I nodded not believing.

Ever since I was little I wanted to have a baby to raise. My father made sure he always got the right baby dolls. Every Christmas under the tree a new one waited for me under the tree. I would hug him tightly bring the baby to join my family. In my father’s house still, my room is filled with all the dolls. When I got older I watched my friends getting pregnant. I would touch their stomachs in awe as tears threatened my eyes. How strange it must feel for something living to be inside you. After the baby was born, my friends and their spouses changed. They became a family.

Now here I am sitting in a waiting room clutching my grandfather’s handkerchief nerves consuming my body. “Mrs. Little?” the nurse in pink scrubs read out from her clipboard. With one last squeeze of the hand, Jack and I got up walking toward the nurse. “Room 2. It’s on the left,” the nurse pointed. We went into the room full of baby animals. My hand touched the walls looking at the baby animals when I heard Dr. Bell come in. “Mrs. Little, Mr. Little,” Dr. Bell greeted shaking our hands. “So?” I asked looking hopefully to Jack.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Little. There is a defect in the uterus,” Dr. Bell explained with a model of a uterus. I shook my head not understanding, “What does this mean? There are no treatments?” Dr. Bell looked sad, “There is not much we can do that we have not already.”I gripped the handkerchief harder fighting the tears. The little ray of hope was now gone. “I’m sorry Mrs. Little. I wish I could have given you good news,” Dr. Bell said. I was staring at the handkerchief. “It’s okay, Doc. Not your fault,” Jack said grabbing my shoulders. “It’s okay?” I whispered. Jack hushed me leaving.

I shrugged out of Jack’s hold storming out of the office. I went to the side of the building resting against it. Finally I let the tears flow. I slid down the wall weighed down by all the grief. My head went into my hands the tears flowing. “You okay, miss?” I looked up to find a small girl with curly red hair standing there. “No, I’m not,” I said shaking my head. She wiped a tear away. I smiled at her. She was adorable.

“Want some juice?” she asked me holding out her apple juice. “No thank you,” I said. Her face fell a little. “You know what, I am a little thirsty,” I said taking the juice. I took a sip before handing it back to the beaming little girl. “My name is Olivia, what is your name?” she asked. “Mary,” I said. “Mary Little.” The girl sipped her juice nodding.

“Where are your parents, Olivia?” I asked. She shook her head, “I don’t got any.” “Have,” I corrected. She smiled nodding, “My angel corrects me too. His name is Raphael, but I call him Ralph. It’s easier.” I nodded. She pointed across the parking lot where two men were standing talking. One kept looking over at us. “That’s Ralph and that’s his friend Ab, Abd-, uh I can’t really say it. He is like an angel, but not like Ralph,” Olivia explained. Sensing being talked about the other man looked over smiling. They started crossing over the parking lot.

“Mary!”I heard Jack call. Olivia heard my name asking, “Who is that?” “That’s my husband, Jack,” I said getting up. I helped the little girl up. “Mary, thank God. I thought-,” Jack said spotting Olivia. “Who is this?”

Olivia stood up straight saying, “My name is Olivia. I am five.” Jack raised his eyebrows at me. I gave him a smirk.

“Olivia, are you bothering these two kind people?” Ralph asked. Olivia shook her head. “No, the lady just looked so sad. I wanted to make her happy,” Olivia defended.

Jack looked suspiciously at the men. “Who are you?” he asked. “Oh where are my manners? My name is Raphael and this is my colleague Abd-al-Masih,” Raphael introduced. “And this is little Olivia, we are taking her back to the orphanage.” The little girl’s eyes widened with fear.

“NO!” she screamed. “I can’t go back. Please don’t let them take me Mary!” The little girl attached to my leg. I stood there with a gaping mouth and wide eyes at Jack. Abd-al-Masih grabbed the crying girls from my legs. My heart broke watching her. I grabbed Jack’s hand looking at him. “Mr. Masih, Raphael, my wife and I were just told heart breaking news. We are unable to bear a child. We would be interested in adopting Olivia,” Jack said.

“Abda, please, and you hardly know the girl. You do not know what you are getting yourself into,” Abda explained restraining the girl who was looking at us with a shock expression. “We are more than able to take care of her if money is a concern,” Jack defended. Raphael was watching us with a smile on his face, as if he knew this would happen.

“It is faith, Abda. For us to meet here like this after the news. Do you believe in faith?” I asked. Abda and Raphael exchanged an amused look both agreeing. “Well, we will call the orphanage and tell them that we found little Olivia. They would of course have to take her until the adoption goes through,” Raphael explained.

Jack and I both nodded knowing this. Abda released Olivia who jumped into Jack’s arms hugging him. Then walking over to me hugging me tight, she whispered in my ear, “Ralph told me he was bringing me to my parents. He was right! I love you!” She kissed my cheek grabbing Raphael’s hand. I stayed kneeling holding my cheek. Tears escaped again, but they were so different. Raphael, Abda, and little Olivia walked away to a car, Olivia waving the whole way.

Jack and I stood there watching. “What just happened?” he asked with a laugh. I smiled at the little girl, “A miracle.”


Inspiration and a Look into the Writing Process

I wanted Olivia's adventures to finding a family to finally be written. I feel in love with the five year old red haired girl. I wanted her to be a blessing to a family. I wanted the journey to find them filled with adventure. After all this little girl has been blessed in meeting three angels, so far.

The names I wanted to be normal. After all, miracles can happen to anyone, not just people who's name show their destiny. Besides, Mary's last name originally was not Little. You get a glimpse at her past, but not a full look. You will learn more about Mary, I promise.

Mary's name is picked after Jesus's mother, but I did not want the impression that Olivia is the next Jesus, after all she is a very blessed girl. That is all she is, blessed like all of us. Mary was given her name as an example to all sterile women, and those with difficulty giving birth.

Abd-al-Masih (Abda): I could never make up a name like that. He is the saint of sterile woman. I really wanted to show the collaboration of angels. After all they are a family. Abda unlike Raphael was once human, making him a saint. His story is attached. It is very brief.

Jack Little: A typical man who is in love with his wife. He is her support. Men have been given negative images in my writing, but I wanted to show that there are loving men out there as well. Also, that there are marriages that work.


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    • HLKeeley profile imageAUTHOR

      HL Keeley 

      6 years ago from Charlotte, NC

      Can't wait!

    • epigramman profile image


      6 years ago

      ....yes and I will have the Mona Lisa hub up by tomorrow - many secrets as you suggest in this one ......

    • HLKeeley profile imageAUTHOR

      HL Keeley 

      6 years ago from Charlotte, NC

      Thank you! I really wanted people to realize how much goes into these stories. They are short, but I do have to make sure that it is true. Names are so important.

    • epigramman profile image


      6 years ago

      ...and that is something else I also admire you for - your ability to push the story forward with narrative driven dialogue which I would imagine is tough to do with many short story writers but you do it so very well - and I love the idea of having a writer's workshop so to speak with your post short story synopsis and overview - it enhances the experiences just like an indepth book or movie review - love your spirit - please keep up with the creative writing because you are very special indeed - lake erie time 11:03pm ontario canada and now listening to Muddy Waters in a groundbreaking album called Electric Mud from 1968

    • HLKeeley profile imageAUTHOR

      HL Keeley 

      6 years ago from Charlotte, NC

      Thank you everyone! I am trying to show that God does not grant us our every wish, but there is a reason behind all of it :)

    • CrazedNovelist profile image

      A.E. Williams 

      6 years ago from Hampton, GA

      Interesting, Voted Up...

    • myownlife profile image


      6 years ago from london

      wow very beautiful story and delivery as well. Great hub.


    • HLKeeley profile imageAUTHOR

      HL Keeley 

      6 years ago from Charlotte, NC

      thank you!

    • carter06 profile image


      6 years ago from Cronulla NSW

      Interesting take on a miracle story...well done Up & Awesome...



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