It was a cold winter morning. I was very sleepy and didn’t hear my alarm. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw the time: 7:40. My school starts at 8:00! I jumped out of bed in a panic. I didn’t wash my face, I didn’t eat breakfast—I just threw on my clothes, grabbed my bag, and ran outside.
The bus stop was five minutes away, but I only had seven minutes! I was scared. I really didn’t want to be late. I ran as fast as I could. My heart was pounding, and my hands were freezing. I felt like I was racing against the clock. I whispered to myself, “I hope a miracle happens.”
When I turned the corner, I saw the bus—it was still there! The bus usually leaves at 7:55, but today it was late. The driver saw me running and waited. I smiled with relief and got on the bus.
Everyone was sitting quietly. I found a seat, sat down, and took a deep breath. I was exhausted—but so happy.
That was my morning miracle. Sometimes, when you really hope for something, good things happen.