By Grace, age 11, Minn.
"Ana, could you get my water?" my grandma asked in a raspy voice.
"Sure, Grandma," I told her. As soon as I left the room, tears started to pour, even though I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Grandma and I had always been so close which was why it was so painful to see her in bed with cancer. Every breath she took made her weaker and closer to death.
As I hurried down the steps into her kitchen, I noticed an exotic, divine little girl. Normally, I would have called the cops--or at least asked for her name--but I just stood there as though she were paralyzing me.
"Why are you crying?" she asked in a beautiful, musical voice. It sounded like she already knew.
"My grandmother is sick," I forced myself to say.
"If you could have a power, what would it be?" she asked.
Okay, I thought,
that's just random! But then again, she herself is random.
Thinking carefully, I said, "To predict the future."
Then I would know when Grandma would die and be with her.
After that, she just gave me a piece of paper. It read: "It only works for 24 hours. You can only help one person."
"What does this mean?!" I asked, but she had vanished.
I looked at the paper again, reading it carefully. Then I knew.
"Oh...my...gosh." Just as the words came out of my mouth, I fell to my knees while everything around me fell into darkness.
I walked into a familiar house and saw a man rejoicing, holding a paper that said, "Cancer."
Suddenly, I was back at Grandma's house. I then ran to my neighborhood, putting all the puzzle pieces together as I ran.
I have my ability for 24 hours, it can help only one person, the man found a cure to cancer, and he was my neighbor.
"What do you know about cancer?" I demanded as Henry happily opened the door.
"How did you know?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"Just tell me!" I said, beginning to feel angry.
At that moment, I fell to my knees again, and we were with Grandma. The little girl was standing beside her. They said in unison, "Ana, save me!"
"Or forever suffer great remorse," said the girl.
So this girl has cancer, too?! What was I going to do? I can only help one person! I felt a need to help the girl because there was something magical about her. I grabbed Henry by the arm and ran to my grandma's kitchen. I demanded that Henry give her the medicine. He did, most likely because of my weird behavior and this godly little girl.
I fell to my knees and had a flashback of everything that happened that day.
I got up to see the girl gone. My grandma and my mom were standing behind me.
"Where have you been, Ana? Grandma has been cured by a miracle!" my mom said.
In disbelief, I hugged my grandma. Then she thanked me in the same glorious voice of the little girl.
