She sat on the curb and ate slowly, finishing only half before packing the rest into a ragged bag.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Rosa asked.
The girl nodded. “I’m really hungry. But the other kids near the fountain are hungry too. We share. If I eat a lot and they get nothing… my heart hurts.”
The words hit Ethan like a punch. A child with nothing thinking of others, while he—with everything—had been drowning in his own pain.
She looked at his wheelchair.
“Sir… why don’t you walk?”
“I had an accident. Doctors say there’s nothing to be done,” Ethan answered.
The girl frowned, confused.
“But God can do something. If you don’t believe… I’ll believe for you.”
Before he could react, she placed her tiny hands on his legs, closed her eyes, and whispered a prayer for him to walk again. No thunder, no miracle glow—just the faintest tingling. But for a man who hadn’t felt anything in years, that tiny sensation was enormous.
She stepped back.
“Okay, sir. I’ll ask God every day.”
Ethan shook her hand, unaware that this moment would change his life.