MIRACLE SAGA’S POINT OF VIEW
Morning came and I am still sleepy. My dream and my memories with my friends are reflecting in my mind. I can never forget about them again. Just like a few days ago, Carla knocked on the door before she entered.
“Good morning Ma'am Miracle!” Carla greets me happily.
“G-good morning,” I greet back, not happy, but sad.
“Are you okay Ma'am Miracle?” she asked. I slowly sat on my bed and sighed.
“Carla, do you have friends?” I asked her. I am obviously tired because of my voice.
“Y-yes Ma'am Miracle. Do you want to meet them?” she responded happily. I wish I could be like her. Even though she is a maid, she is still happy and she can see her friend every day.
“Yeah, I want to meet them, Carla. Tell this to Achak Accalia and Achak Adolfo that I'm tired. I ca
