That day i was ready to go to school when i got ready my bus came.’ Hamna your bus is here’, my mom said. When i reached school i sat with the window for fresh air because it was a windy day. When i saw outside i saw i hand print on the window of the building i was so surprised that i can hear my mom saying my name Hamna wake up and i knew it was my dream
Author: Babar Murtaza