Matilda The Musical

Miracle

Flashback to 5 years ago (Adeline's 11)

Adeline's POV

I was standing next to my mother as she was talking to the doctor. Her swollen belly covered by a pink shirt. 

"A baby? I'm not having a baby. What on earth gives you that idea?" She questioned the doctor. 

'I don't know mom, maybe the fact that one he's a doctor and two over the course of nine months your stomach is huge.' I thought to myself rolling my eyes. My mom scoffed to herself saying,

"I'm not listening to this. This is quackery." 'What the fuck is Quackery?'  I looked at my mother with a raised eyebrow then looked at the doctor who looked at my mother.

"But you're about to give birth." He told her, confused. I also looked confused, she didn't know her belly was growing, and her cravings were different. She rolled her eyes.

"Are you out of your mi..." She cut herself off with a pained gasp. I looked at mom with wide eyes, even at 11 years old I knew my baby sibling was coming. And I was excited.

"Mrs. Wormwood, you're having a contraction" The doctor said trying to be helpful. But my mother didn't believe it. 

" Contractions are for pregnant women.... Who are having Baaaaaaaaabiiiiiiieeeees!" She yelled. "I'm having another stinkin baby!!!"

'Wow ok love you too mom' I thought bitterly as I helped the nurses take my mother into a birthing room(?). 

 ♪Every life I bring into this world. Restores my faith in humankind. ♪ I heard the doctor sing. ♪Each newborn life. A canvas yet unpainted. Their still unbroken skin. Their uncorrupted minds. Every life is unbelievably unlikely. Their chances of existence. Almost infinitely small. The most common thing in life. Is life. And yet every single life. Every new life is a miracle. Miracle. ♪

I held my little sister Matilda as the doctor left to tell my father. I could hear My mother, father, and other patients singing.

I walked slowly behind my mother and looked at Matilda who looked fussy.

"Shh, It's okay." I shushed her bouncing her gently. I could tell it help slightly then I thought of a song my Self-proclaimed Aunt Honey sang to me.

♪Come, stop your crying
It'll be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
For one so small
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you
Keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forevermore
Come, stop your crying
It'll be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry ♪

I looked down and saw Matilda asleep against my chest. Smiling I continued to sing.

♪ 'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forevermore
Oh, you'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart always
Don't listen to them
'Cause what do they know?
We need each other
To have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know (I know)
When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you got to hold on
They'll see in time, I know
We'll show them together
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Believe me, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forevermore
Yes, you'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart always
Always
Always ♪

"Adeline come on!" I heard my father yell in the parking lot. I ran to get into the car with Matilda in my arms.

End of Flashback (Adeline is 16)

I lay diagonal from Matilda on top of Mrs. Phelps portable library. I could feel her hand in mine as I read Les Miserable by Victor Hugo. I could hear Matilda as she sings,

♪ My mummy says I'm a lousy little worm. My daddy says I'm a bore. My mummy says I'm a jumped- up little germ, that kids like me should be against the law. My daddy says I should learn to shut my pie hole, no one likes a smart mouth girl like me. Mum says I'm a good case for population control. Dad says I should watch more TV. ♪

I sigh, sitting up. I pick her up and I put her on my lap hugging her to my chest, feeling warm tears on my button-down. I pull back and smile, wiping her tears.

"Now don't you think on what mom and dad say. The only people whose opinions matter are me and you." I say trying to reassure her. She nods sniffing and asks me,

"What are you reading?" I smile at her and explain that I'm reading about the French revolution. She looks giddy at the idea of learning of the French revolution.

"Can I read it with you?" She asks me. I cringe knowing she wasn't ready to read about a woman having to revert to prostitution to pay for her child's medication.

"Um, maybe when you're a little older. For now, let's stick with fantasy novels for you" I say as I see Mrs. Phelps climb up the latter. 'Looks like it's time to close up' I thought.