John sat at the small kitchen table, his eyes following Michelle's every movement. "Mom, you should rest," he pleaded, but she merely shook her head, too exhausted to argue. The once vibrant woman had become a shadow of herself, tirelessly working as a maid to make ends meet. John felt a surge of frustration and helplessness, knowing that this was not the life his mother deserved.
John ran until his legs burned, the hill offering little comfort but solitude. "Why must she suffer so?" he cried out, his voice swallowed by the wind. Kneeling on the damp grass, he closed his eyes tightly, seeking solace in prayer. "Please, help her," he whispered, hoping that somewhere, someone would hear his plea.
As John slumbered, a gentle glow filled the room. An angel, ethereal and serene, appeared at his bedside. The Angel touched his forehead, whispering a blessing that would alter his life forever. "With each blink, your wish for righteousness shall come true," it murmured before vanishing into the night.
John opened his eyes, the remnants of his dream still lingering in his mind. He saw Michelle weeping softly, overwhelmed by the weight of her burdens. "It'll be okay, Mom," he assured her, remembering the angel's words. Closing his eyes, he wished for her needs to be met, hoping for a miracle.
In the days that followed, Michelle found herself receiving assistance from unexpected sources. "I can't believe it," she marveled, as a neighbor offered her a well-paying job. Slowly, their financial woes began to ease, and John's heart swelled with gratitude each time he blinked, knowing he was helping his mother.
Michelle's family, once distant and dismissive, now treated her with the reverence she deserved. "You've worked so hard, Michelle," her sister acknowledged, embracing her warmly. John watched, his heart full of joy and peace, knowing that their lives had truly transformed. "Thank you," he silently prayed, grateful for the gift that had changed everything.
