Hoping for the Best

The sound from Miranda’s alarm clock would not stop. Miranda reached over and hit the snooze button to stop the reverberations of the noise echoing in her room. The action brought her a few moments of peace and quiet.

On a normal day, Miranda jumped out of bed even before the alarm clock could ring. She did not mind getting up early; in fact, she loved morning because she could complete her two-mile run before most of her family was even beginning to stir. She ran every morning so she could be the best she could be.

However, this morning was different. This morning, she was going to the doctor. She would find out whether the pain in her leg was something that could be easily healed or would stop her from doing the thing she loved most: running with the track team.

As the alarm rang out again, Miranda knew she could no longer stall. She cut off the offending noise and rose from her bed. She could hear her mother rattling pans down in the kitchen. She knew she was making her favorite breakfast of pancakes and bacon. Her mother always made her favorites whenever Miranda was facing a crisis, but she’d never faced anything like this before.

Sighing into the quiet of the room, she grimaced slightly as she placed her foot on the ground to stand up. The pain, which radiated down her right leg and just underneath her knee, was bad but not unbearable. Surely, Miranda thought, the injury would not be as bad as her overactive imagination had decided it would be.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and readied herself to join her mother. As she walked into the kitchen, her mother smiled at her. Miranda instantly felt comforted. If nothing else, Miranda at least knew one thing was certain. She was not alone in this and that would make all the difference, no matter what the day brought.