Marcos's gift to his grandmother is magical.

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The Magic SandMarcos could see the ocean beyond Guarapari’s white houses as the family car traveled along. Like many people in the Brazilian state of Espírito Santo, Marcos and his family enjoyed going to the beach. They had visited lots of the towns along the state’s coastline, but this was Marcos’s first time to Guarapari.


“I wish Vovó could be here with us,” Marcos said to his parents. His grandmother had just moved into a nursing home. She loved going to the beach, but she had sprained her ankle during the move and didn’t feel up to it today. Marcos worried about her. How was her ankle? Would she be happy in her new home? He hoped she wouldn’t be lonely.


“We miss Vovó, too,” said Marcos’s mom, or mãe, as they pulled into the parking lot at the beach. “But don’t worry—we’ll visit her later today.”


While his parents unloaded the beach gear, Marcos grabbed his board and headed toward the waves. But when he reached the sand, he stopped. The sand was
unusual. . . . It was like dark mud streaked with color.


After inspecting the sand, Marcos raced to the water’s edge and charged into the surf. How Vovó would have enjoyed watching him! The board had been a gift from her.


An hour passed quickly, and Marcos was suddenly hungry for lunch. Carrying his board, he trudged up the beach to where his dad, or pai, had set up the umbrella.


Mãe had lunch ready when Marcos arrived. “Here you go,” she said, handing him a sandwich and a cup of passion-fruit juice.


“Thanks,” said Marcos. As he ate, he noticed a man sitting on a beach towel. His left leg was buried in the sand, nearly up to his thigh.


“Why did that man bury his leg?” Marcos asked.


“He probably has some sort of ailment,” said Pai. “People say that the sand here has healing powers.”


“Really?” asked Marcos.


Pai nodded. “People travel great distances to this beach in hopes of being cured. Some people think that the sand is magical.”


Glancing up the beach, Marcos saw more people resting in the sand. They, too, must have ailments, Marcos thought. One lady had piled sand over her elbow; another had burrowed her hands deep into the sand.


Guarapari: The sands of the beaches of Guarapari, along the eastern coast of Brazil, are rich in minerals. Some people believe that these minerals, which give the sand its dark color, have healing properties. People speak Portuguese in Brazil.Marcos had an idea. As they were getting ready to leave, he filled a big bucket with the dark sand. His father raised his eyebrows when Marcos brought the bucket back to the car.


“What do you plan to do with that?” Pai asked.


“It’s for Vovó,” said Marcos. “She must be sad not to be here, so I’ll bring some of the beach to her. Maybe it’ll cheer her up—and the sand might make her ankle better, too.”


Pai smiled. “We’ll see.”


At the Aimores Nursing Home, Marcos and his parents walked down a long hallway to get to Vovó’s room. The other residents watched with interest as Marcos struggled with the heavy bucket of sand. Three of the residents were curious enough to follow Marcos and his parents right to Vovó’s room.


“Vovó!” said Marcos, giving her a hug. “I’ve brought something for you—magic sand from Guarapari. It has healing powers.”


Vovó grinned. “Is that so?”


“Yes,” said Marcos. “Here, let me show you.”


The three residents who had followed Marcos and his parents into Vovó’s room introduced themselves. Everyone watched as Marcos rested the bucket on the floor beside the bed.


“Put your foot in here,” said Marcos. “We’ll pack sand around your ankle.”


“OK,” Vovó said excitedly. “Here goes.”


As everyone waited for the sand to work its magic, the three residents chatted with Marcos and his family. It turned out that Senhor Roberto, Dona Luisa, and Senhor Jorge had lots in common with Vovó. Time passed quickly as everyone talked and laughed together.


For a while, they forgot all about the sand. Then Marcos remembered. “Vovó, your ankle—does it feel better?” he asked.


“It’s the same, I’m afraid,” said Vovó.


Marcos frowned. “I guess the sand isn’t magic after all.”


“Aaah, but you are wrong,” said Vovó, smiling at the residents she’d just met. “This sand was a thoughtful gift from you, Marcos, and it has brought me new friends. It truly is magic.”















Guarapari: The sands of the beaches of Guarapari, along the eastern coast of Brazil, are rich in minerals. Some people believe that these minerals, which give the sand its dark color, have healing properties. People speak Portuguese in Brazil.





Guarapari: The sands of the beaches of Guarapari, along the eastern coast of Brazil, are rich in minerals. Some people believe that these minerals, which give the sand its dark color, have healing properties. People speak Portuguese in Brazil.