Young Katie Johnson is new to town and rather poor. But when a local singing competition is advertised, she just wants to be heard.
“I’d like to compete in the singing competition, please.” Katie Johnson plunked down five one-dollar bills and the rest in change on the table at the local elementary school.
The man looked up at the young girl. “Do you have a guardian here to sign for you?”
“No, my grandma’s at work.”
“Sorry, but you have to have an adult sign for you. We can’t take minors unless they’re accompanied by an adult.”
Dejected, Katie picked up her entrance fee and stood back from the line of people waiting to pay their money. She looked around for anyone she knew, but they were all strangers to her, having moved into the area just the week before. An empty bench sat behind her, and since she was tired, she walked back to it and sat down. It was a hot trip to get to the school for nothing. Realizing that this town wasn’t going to be her friend after all, tears teased her eyes. She didn’t know any of the kids in the school either, because it was summer vacation.
“Is this seat taken?”
Looking up, she saw an old woman standing beside her with a walker. “No.” Katie grinned, devising her plan. “Are you here with someone?”
“Oh, no. My family’s long dead.” She pointed toward the nursing home across the street as she sat down. “That’s where I live, and my friends are my family.”
“I have a question for you. Would you adopt me for the next ten minutes or so?”
“Adopt you? I don’t even know you.”
Katie reached out and shook the old woman’s hand. “Well, my name’s Katie Johnson. I want to enter the singing contest, but I need an adult to sign for me. My grandma has to work today, so she can’t be here.”
The old woman stared at the young girl. “Where are your parents?”
Katie lowered her eyes. “They died in a car crash three years ago. I’m the oldest of my family and my grandma raises us. We just moved to Wisconsin for her job and live out in the country.”
“How did you get here?”
“I walked, but that’s beside the point. Registration is almost over. Will you do it for me? Will you sign as my guardian so I can sing?”
“That’s a tough decision. If they find out I’m not related to you-”
“They won’t. I doubt I’ll win. I just want to be heard. I want to touch their hearts with my song.”
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