I Gave Shelter to a Fortune Teller and Her Baby—The Next Morning, My Daughter’s Room Revealed a Miracle

I Took in a Fortune Teller with a Newborn—I Was Stunned in the Morning When I Looked into My Sick Daughter’s Room
I believed I was merely providing refuge when I took in a stranded fortune teller and her infant child. However, my own daughter vanished from her room the following morning.

My eyelids were heavy from a long shift, and it was late when I drove off the highway. Something was on the side of the road up ahead. My headlights flashed across it, and I noticed a woman gesturing feebly.

My doctor instincts kicked in and I slowed down. She wore a vibrant scarf over her head and had a youthful appearance. The hues and patterns of her flowing garment nearly shone in the car’s lights. She appeared to be a traveling performance or a fortune teller at a festival.

“Help me,” she exclaimed as I stepped out and came over.

I stepped closer and asked, “Are you hurt?”

Wincing, she shook her head. “No, I’m not wounded. I—” she gritted her teeth and gripped her abdomen. “It’s my baby… she’s coming…”

After a moment of processing, I noticed the obvious signs. The contractions appeared to be near to labor.

I knelt next to her and said, “Okay, keep your cool.” “I work as a doctor. Alright, let’s get you through this.

I looked around, but there was no one nearby. It had been years since my residency that I had given birth to a child. I had to do something, though. She couldn’t be taken anyplace else in time.

“What’s your name?” Trying to calm her down, I asked.

She muttered, “Miranda,” and then let out a cry as she felt another wave of pain.

She grabbed my hand and squeezed firmly as the contractions accelerated. I walked her through each one, encouraging her to maintain her concentration. Before long, I could see the crowning of the baby’s head.

“Almost there, Miranda,” I announced. “One more significant push. You’re capable.”

She inhaled deeply, pushed, and a few seconds later I had a small, wriggling baby in my arms. I felt a wave of relief as the infant cried weakly. I gave the young girl to Miranda after wrapping her in the towel.

I inhaled deeply as I looked around the deserted street. “Do you need to get to a hospital?”

“No,” she snapped back, her gaze flitting. “Well, I don’t… I am unable to visit a hospital. I departed from my spouse. She paused, as though she was picking her words carefully. “He… treated me badly. I took off running. I’m worried that the hospital may expose me.

Sensing she was withholding information, I nodded. “All right. Have you got a place to go?

She looked down at her infant and shook her head gently, her face displaying a mix of love and terror. “No. I simply assumed I would figure it out. However, the baby arrived early.

I paused for a second. My wife died of cancer, and I was left to live alone with my six-year-old daughter. Just our nanny and us. However, this woman needed assistance.

My words, “I have a guest room,” sprang out of my mouth before I had given them much thought. “You are welcome to remain for a few days with your daughter. For as long as it takes you to stand again. You will then need to visit the hospital.

Miranda forced a tiny grin as tears welled up in her eyes. “Really? I am at a loss for words.

“Thank you will do,” I said, nodding reassuringly at her. “Come on, let’s get you both out of the cold.”

When I got back to my house, I showed Miranda where she and her infant may sleep in the guest room. She was holding her baby and looking about the spacious room, looking appreciative but obviously tired.

She clarified, “I used to work fairs,” Palm readings, fortune telling, and the like. Although it wasn’t much, it helped to keep food on the table.

As she shared tidbits of her life, I nodded and listened. Her speech was calm and peaceful, with a touch of melancholy. Although she didn’t share much about her past, I could see that things were complicated.

When she had completed her meal, I saw that her eyes were getting heavy.

I said, “You should get some rest,” in a soft voice. “You’ve been through a lot tonight.”

My daughter was still healing from her broken leg, so I got up early the following morning to see how she was doing. However, her bed was empty when I opened the door to her bedroom. A brief wave of panic swept over me.

“Sarah?” I looked around the room and called.

No response.

I looked in the kitchen, the living room, and the hallway, but she was not there, and my pulse started to race. With an odd sensation forming in the pit of my stomach, I finally made my way to Miranda’s room.

I gently knocked and then opened the door. The curtains were drawn, and the room was dark inside. I noticed Miranda seated on the side of the bed in the soft light.

Miranda’s infant was snuggled close to her, and my daughter was cuddled up next to her, sound sleeping. With her palm lightly resting on Sarah’s head, Miranda was singing softly.

“What are you doing?” With a slight crack in my voice, I asked.

Miranda raised a finger to her lips and gestured for me to keep quiet while her eyes were gentle. After bending over to smooth a flyaway hair off my daughter’s forehead, she muttered, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

I inhaled and forced myself to relax. “What… took place? “Why is Sarah in here?”

Miranda smiled slightly, comfortingly. “I was awake with my daughter, trying to get her to sleep, when I heard your little girl crying.” She looked at Sarah, who was still sleeping next to her. She sounded really agitated. I came in softly to see how she was doing because I couldn’t ignore her.”

I gave her a nod and let her go on.

Miranda explained, “She was talking in her sleep,” in a gentle tone. “Something about ‘Mommy.’ She looked so lost.”

I tried not to think about it, but the mention of “Mommy” made me swallow. We were both still working to get over the fact that Sarah frequently called out for her mother while she slept.

Miranda went on to say, “She held my hand, even in her sleep,” “I shared a story I had heard from my grandma with her. An absurd story about a guardian who protects children’s dreams and wards off evil ones. After that, she appeared to settle down.

Miranda’s hand rested lightly on my daughter’s shoulder as she glanced down at Sarah. “After a while, I didn’t want to leave her alone, so I brought her here with me.”

Something milder, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, replaced the first stiffness in my shoulders. I said, “Thank you,” in a little harsher tone than I had intended. Since the accident, she has been going through a difficult period. Additionally, after her mother went away.”

Miranda gave me a sympathetic look as she raised her head to gaze at me. “I understand the pain of losing family. to have a sense of isolation when you are afraid. She patted Sarah’s hand as she reached across. “She is a kind young lady. She simply needs someone nearby at the moment.

As I watched her with my daughter, I noticed that she had been able to console Sarah in a manner that I hadn’t been able to do for a while. I muttered, “She misses that,” more to myself than to Miranda. “A mother’s touch.”

Miranda nodded softly, comprehending without more explanation. I experienced an odd mixture of relief and thankfulness. She had given my kid a soothing presence that we both seemed to need, something I had been unable to do.

“Look, Miranda,” I said as I moved in closer. “I understand that you intended to go shortly, but perhaps you could remain a little while longer. till you’re prepared. I believe Sarah would benefit from it.

As though my remarks were a comfort and a surprise, Miranda’s gaze softened. “I’d appreciate that if you’re certain. Sarah is a unique little child.

Sarah’s eyes fluttered wide when she stirred next to her. She blinked as she gazed up at me, then turned to look at Miranda. She muttered, “Daddy?” in a sleep-heavy voice.

I knelt down next to her. “Good morning, my love. Last night, you had a small adventure.

Sarah’s eyes shifted from me to Miranda, and a tiny smile appeared on her face. “Miranda told me a story,” she whispered, her drowsy eyes glimmering with anticipation. “About a guardian who keeps the nightmares away.”

Miranda gave a little laugh. “You were very brave, you know.”

Sarah’s apprehension gave way to a bashful sort of excitement as her smile widened. “Will you tell me more stories?”

Miranda gave me a quick look, and I nodded, experiencing a warmth I hadn’t experienced in a while. “Of course,” Miranda replied in a kind tone. “I’d be happy to tell you as many as you like.”

The air felt lighter in that little instant, as though the somber memories that pervaded our house were making room for something fresh. The soft melody of Sarah’s laughter as she questioned Miranda about the narrative permeated the room and calmed a deep part of me.

I couldn’t help but feel thankful for Miranda’s surprise presence one night when Sarah was falling asleep. In some way, this woman who had entered our life in the most peculiar manner had given Sarah and I a sense of calm that we hadn’t experienced in a while.

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