A Miracle in Snow

Ashley, a six-year-old girl with long brown hair, lived in Colorado. She loved Christmas more than anything. This year, her dad promised to bring her a special gift. But a big snowstorm hit the town, making it impossible for him to come home. Ashley looked out the window, worried.

Ashley’s mom tried to comfort her. - Don't worry, sweetie. Your dad will be home soon, her mom said. - But what if the snow doesn't stop? Ashley asked. - We have to hope for the best, her mom replied. Ashley nodded but felt uneasy.

Ashley decided to make a plan to help her dad. - Maybe I can clear the snow, she thought. She put on her warm coat, hat, and gloves. But as soon as she opened the door, the cold wind blew in her face. - It's too much snow, she said, feeling defeated.

Ashley then thought of calling for help. - I’ll call Grandpa! He always knows what to do, she said. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. - Hi, Grandpa. Dad is stuck in the snowstorm. Can you help? - I’ll be right there, honey, he replied. Ashley felt hopeful again.

Grandpa arrived with his big truck. - Hop in, Ashley, he said. They drove through the snowy streets. But soon, the truck got stuck in a snowdrift. - Oh no! What do we do now? Ashley asked. - We need to dig ourselves out, Grandpa said, grabbing a shovel.

Ashley and Grandpa started digging. The snow was heavy and cold. Ashley’s hands were freezing. - I don't think we can do this, Grandpa, she said. - We must keep trying, Ashley, Grandpa encouraged. They kept digging, but it seemed hopeless.

The truck wouldn’t move, no matter how much they dug. - We need another plan, Grandpa said. - Maybe we can ask our neighbors for help, Ashley suggested. - Good idea, let’s go, Grandpa agreed. They walked to the nearest house in the snow.

The neighbors were happy to help. - We have a snowblower! one neighbor said. - Let’s clear the road together, another added. They all worked hard, clearing the snow. But the storm kept getting worse. - Can we really do this? Ashley asked, feeling tired.

The snowblower broke down. - Oh no, what now? Grandpa said. - We can’t give up, Ashley insisted. - We need to find another way, Grandpa said. Ashley thought hard. - What if we make a path with our feet? she suggested. - It’s worth a try, Grandpa agreed.

Ashley and Grandpa started making a path with their feet. It was slow and tiring. They were almost out of energy. - I can’t do this anymore, Grandpa, Ashley said. - We’ve come this far. We can’t give up now, he replied. Ashley took a deep breath and kept going.

Ashley felt like giving up. - Maybe we should go back home, she said. - Sometimes, things seem impossible, Grandpa said. - But we have to keep hoping, Ashley. She nodded, but tears filled her eyes. - I miss Dad, she whispered. - I know, honey, Grandpa said.

Just then, a bright light appeared. - What's that? Ashley asked, wiping her tears. A snowplow was coming their way. - It's a miracle! Grandpa exclaimed. - We’re saved! Ashley shouted. The snowplow cleared the road quickly.

The snowplow driver stopped and waved. - Need a lift? he asked. - Yes, please! Ashley replied. They all climbed in. - Thank you so much, Ashley said. - No problem, the driver replied. Ashley felt her hope returning.

They reached Ashley’s dad, who was stuck in his car. - Dad! Ashley cried. - I knew you’d find me, her dad said, hugging her. - We never gave up, Ashley said proudly. They all went home together, warm and safe. Ashley knew she had learned something special.