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    Maya’S Miracles
    Maya’S Miracles
    Maya’S Miracles
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    Maya’S Miracles

    By Pearl Silverstone

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    When Mayas father goes bankrupt, Maya has to leave her beautiful home and live in a rundown house. She gets a taste of betrayal and shame as she experiences the fickleness of friends.

    One day, Maya is just in time to see her dad leave home with a suitcase. Maya wants the space in her mothers life to be left open for her fathers return, so when her parents divorce, she feels that her father has divorced her too. A half-sister is born and Maya is determined to hate the baby.

    We follow Mayas turbulent relationship with her mother as they rediscover each other.
    With the help of her new friend, Carmen, she discovers the power of prayer and starts to count the miracles in her re-arranged family life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris UK
    Release dateFeb 11, 2014
    ISBN9781493141265
    Maya’S Miracles
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    Pearl Silverstone

    PEARL SILVERSTONE has lived in three continents where she has worked as a journalist and TV and radio producer. This includes 18 TV programmes for children. She has worked with Children’s Interactive Theatre where she has dealt with a wide spectrum of children, including street children.

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      Maya’S Miracles - Pearl Silverstone

      Copyright © 2014 by Pearl Silverstone.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Rev. date: 02/13/2014

      To order additional copies of this book, contact:

      Xlibris LLC

      800-056-3182

      www.Xlibrispublishing.co.uk

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      I dedicate this book to my son ERIC

      whose support made this book possible.

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      I t was just the right day for a picnic, or so Maya thought. Her mother thought otherwise. She was busy.

      ‘Can’t you go for a swim in the pool, or have a picnic on your own in the garden? There are some muffins in the bread bin—the ones left over from Nicky’s birthday party.’

      ‘Oh, Mum, they’re almost a month old. A dog wouldn’t eat them!’

      Her mother sighed and adjusted her designer glasses. She looked intent, but distracted. She always did.

      She had deadlines to deal with. Always deadlines. How Maya hated that word, ‘deadline’. Other mothers had nice non-deadline jobs. It was just her luck to have a mother who wrote stories for magazines. Why couldn’t she have a nice nine-to-five job in an office like other people or perhaps do welfare things like Pauline’s mother? When their mothers were off duty, they knew it. The families knew it. They were really home with their families. Her mother was never home; she worked there. She was always immersed in someone else’s life in the stories she wrote.

      Nicky rushed into the house. The new haircut made him look more like a boy now than the baby with tawny curls. Nicky was breathless with excitement. He wanted to show her a beetle he’d found. ‘It’s really rare. Look at those patterns on its back!’

      ‘Go, show Mum,’ groaned Maya and rolled on to the couch.

      ‘Maya!’ called her mother out from her corner in front of the computer. ‘I don’t want Nicky disturbing me now. I won’t make the deadline.’

      Maya sighed so loudly that it could be heard on the next block.

      ‘Don’t do that, Maya! You’re too young to behave like a teenager.’

      ‘Only a couple of years to go and then watch me… ,’ muttered Maya under her breath.

      Nicky wandered off into the kitchen. He was looking for a glass to put his precious insect into.

      How nice it would be, thought Maya, if she were old enough to drive. Then she’d really use that car that was sitting there in the garage and drive to all the places that she wanted to see, visit friends and take them for drives, or just drive round and round the block. That sure would beat being confined to this boring house and having to keep Nicky occupied so that he wouldn’t bother Mum.

      Suddenly the phone rang.

      ‘Answer it!’ shouted her mum from her corner. ‘Tell them I’m not here.’

      ‘You’re never are.’

      Maya picked up the phone. ‘Hello, Maya speaking. Hello? Hello?’

      ‘Who was it?’ asked her mum.

      ‘I don’t know. The phone went dead.’

      ‘They’ll probably try again later.’

      The phone rang again. Maya grabbed it. It was her dad. He kept clearing his throat.

      ‘Tell Mum I’ll be coming home early.’

      ‘Okay, Dad.’

      This was good news. Perhaps her dad would go along with the idea of a picnic. The sun was shining. He had been working weekends and evenings lately. Perhaps he could persuade her mum to let go of her computer for a couple of hours. Go down to the river, hire a rowboat, drift with the stream, and sit on the banks in the shade of the willow trees and eat something.

      Maya went to her bedroom and fetched her green checked blanket. In the kitchen, she found a half-finished family-sized bottle of Coke and dug out some tomatoes, cheese, and pre-sliced bread. She popped some serviettes into the picnic basket tucked behind the pots and pans for too long. She almost completed the task of making the sandwiches when she heard the sound of her father’s car coming up the drive.

      ‘Dad’s here!’ shouted Maya.

      Nicky rushed out. ‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!’

      Dad threw down his briefcase onto the couch. He was sweating.

      ‘Catherine, I need a word with you.’

      ‘Can you wait, Ed?’

      ‘How long?’

      Mum looked at her watch.

      ‘Another hour—an hour and a half, perhaps.’

      ‘No. Absolutely no! This is important.’

      Mum looked up, surprised. Dad stood at the kitchen door looking into the garden, his back turned.

      ‘Take care of Nicky,’ said her mum as she rose from her computer. ‘I think Dad and I need to go for a walk.’

      ‘Why do I always have to take care of this and that?’ she said petulantly.

      ‘Hush, just do as I say.’

      Mum and Dad were gone a very long time. They both looked pale as they entered the house. Mum, especially, looked shaken. Maya was startled to see that she’d been crying.

      ‘Mum! Dad! What’s the matter?’ She sat up quickly from the sofa.

      ‘Bad news, honey. We’re going to have to move out of the house,’ said her mum. She was biting her lip trying not to cry.

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Dad’s firm has gone bankrupt and the house is tied up with the business.’

      If it hadn’t been for the solemn expression on the adults’ faces, she would have said that she didn’t mind a change.

      ‘Will we get another house—one with a bigger pool with a waterfall and a slide? Please, Dad, like the one Pauline’s family has?’

      Her dad gave her a strange look. Then, helping himself to a cold beer from the fridge, he asked her to move up on the couch. He sat down and put his arm around her.

      ‘Let me try to explain, Maya.’

      ‘Yes, please, Dad.’

      ‘It’s like this: When you’re in business, as I am, there are certain risks. There are bad times. There are good times. We’ve had the good. Now things have taken a turn for the worse. Do you follow me?’

      Maya nodded.

      ‘My kind of business is especially vulnerable, because we deal with items that people can do without in bad times. I’ve tried to keep it going for as long as possible, but today the auditors came with their final verdict to close the shop.’

      ‘Can’t you just open it again?’

      ‘No, it’s out of my hands now.’

      ‘Where will you work then, Dad?’

      ‘Don’t know yet.’

      Mum disappeared into the bathroom. Maya could hear muffled sobbing. Her mother never cried. Just about never, so this must be serious. The last and only time she saw her cry was when her cat had to be put down at the age of 15.

      ‘When do we have to move?’

      ‘As soon as possible.’

      ‘How soon is that?’ When their friends had to move from their apartment, they were given three months’ notice, which is plenty of time for a person to get used to the idea.

      ‘We should start packing tomorrow.’

      ‘So soon?’ Maya was stunned.

      ‘Yes, unfortunately.’

      ‘We have a lot of things to pack, Dad. It will take ages!’ she said, looking around at the large sitting room with all Mum’s antiques.

      ‘Only our personal belongings. The rest will stay with the house.’

      Maya jumped up from the couch. ‘We can’t leave all our stuff here! It belongs to us!’

      ‘Not anymore.’

      ‘So who does it belong to?’ she said, glaring at her father.

      ‘To the bankruptcy court.’

      ‘Will they come and live in our house?’

      ‘No, they auction it off.’

      ‘What’s an auction?’

      ‘It’s a process whereby whoever offers to pay the most for the place gets it.’

      ‘They’re not getting my things!’

      Mum finally reappeared, dabbing her eyes. Dad got up from the couch and put his arms around her while she leaned her head against his chest. She started to cry again.

      Mum, I’m hungry,’ wailed Nicky.

      ‘I’ll get the supper going soon,’ said Mum, pulling herself from her husband’s embrace.

      From as far back as Maya could remember, she had lived in this house. It never occurred to her, in any way, that the family would live anywhere else. She knew, of course, that one day she would move off to college, but that was a long way off. Her parents would always be here in this house.

      From her bed, Maya could hear her parents discussing. Sometimes loudly and sometimes whispering. Then she heard the hated word ‘deadline’ and soon her dad’s footsteps headed past her door to her parents’ bedroom.

      *     *     *

      ‘You won’t be going to school today. We have to pack,’ said her mother as Maya emerged for breakfast.

      ‘What must I pack?’ she said while her heart sank. She’d hoped to wake up this morning and find it was all a bad dream.

      ‘Take the things you feel you can’t live without and put them in a corner. Then I’ll come and check it out.’

      ‘Are

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