Now that poor young woman reckons her ambitions have reached a dead end. I say it’s just a sudden turn toward a new destination she can’t quite see yet. If Carolina is ever going to believe in herself enough to reach for happiness a second time, she’s going to need some outside encouragement.

It’s been a long time since she’s come round to the church, but that’s not going to stop me from coming round to her. Sometimes you’ve gotta meet people part-way, and sometimes you’ve gotta entrust them with one miracle so they can find the next for themselves.

I do believe Cupcake is the perfect church dog for the job. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering, can one little Chihuahua fix two broken lives? Stick around and see for yourself.

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Carolina Brown approached the crowded bus stop with a happy skip to her step. Out of all the political science majors at her college, she’d been one of the few to land this prestigious internship right in the nation’s capital. It even paid!

For a first-year undergrad to receive this honor was practically unheard of, but her mama had always promised she was destined for great things. Ever since Carolina was a little girl in pigtails, her mother would sit her on her knee and say, “Sugar, there are two kinds of people in this world. The first is like me. We’re happy just getting by. It’s the simple life for us. But the other type? The type like you? Well, you’re made to change the whole world.”

And so, change the world Carolina would.

She’d settled on politics as her career path back when most kids still wanted to be ballerinas or firemen. Her perfect grades in school and stellar test scores landed her a full-ride scholarship to the college that she’d labeled as the second choice on her very lengthy list of possibilities, which was just perfect considering her mother’s waitress earnings didn’t leave any wiggle room for a spendy tuition bill.

She missed her mama back in Charleston, but the two still found time to speak on the phone several times a week and were just as close as ever. After all, it had always been just the two of them against the world. According to Mama, her dad’s brains made her smart, but it was she who’d taught Carolina to have a strong work ethic and a kind heart. Brains were all well and good, but it was the other two traits to which she most owed her beginnings of success.

The city bus arrived with a booming hiss as it slowed to a stop, and Carolina made sure she was the very first to board. Although the raw mileage didn’t amount to much, it would be a long commute due to the constant heavy traffic flow running in, out, and through the Capital. She kept her eyes glued out the window, not wanting to miss a single second. Perhaps on future journeys she’d bring a book to keep her company, but today she was far too excited to even try focusing on anything else.