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Glancing Out The Window

Glancing Out The Window By Seema Khatoon Story Description: In “Glancing Out The Window,” Debbi, a devoted mother and wife in her forties, finds strength and peace in the simplicity of everyday life. While balancing her children’s upbringing, housekeeping, studies, and health struggles, she learns that true beauty lies not in luxury but in the heart. Through quiet reflection and unwavering faith, Debbi discovers that education, patience, and love are the real treasures that shape a fulfilling life. Debbi was an ordinary woman in her early forties—active, graceful, and quietly determined. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but it carried meaning. She woke up before sunrise, prepared breakfast, and gently woke her children for school. Her days were filled with household chores, endless laundry, and the hum of responsibilities that never seemed to pause. Still, Debbi faced each morning with a smile, whispering to herself that tomorrow would be kinder. Her lifestyle was unlike that of other women ...

Winne Went Missouri: Wondering Child



Winnie Went to Missouri: The Wandering Child

Have you ever gotten lost in a place so big it felt like a maze? That’s exactly what happened to Winnie, a curious first-grader with a big heart and an even bigger imagination. What started as a simple school trip turned into an unforgettable adventure — one that would take her much farther than she ever expected…


A Trip to the Museum


It was Thursday, January 6th, 2023. Three first-grade classes from Pine Hill Elementary were going on a field trip to the city museum. Winnie, always full of wonder, was especially excited. The idea of seeing dinosaur bones, sparkly rocks, and ancient artifacts made her eyes shine.


The museum was enormous — with halls that seemed to stretch on forever. Winnie’s class walked in neat little lines, holding hands and pointing at the displays.


But Winnie’s curiosity got the better of her.


She paused to stare at a giant crystal glowing under the lights. It looked like something from a fairy tale. When she turned around, her class was gone.


The Fear of Being Alone


Winnie blinked. She looked left, then right. All she saw were tall strangers and unfamiliar faces.


“Miss Thompson?” she called, her voice small and uncertain. No answer.


Trying not to cry, Winnie wandered through the museum, hoping to spot someone she knew. But it was no use — her class had disappeared, and no one recognized her.


Thinking they must have gone back to the bus, she made her way outside and saw a familiar yellow school bus parked across the lot.


She climbed aboard, certain her classmates and teacher would arrive any moment.


But the bus was empty.


The driver, an older man in a cap, was sipping a drink and listening to music. He didn’t see her quietly curl up in the back seat with her snack bag.


The Long Ride


Winnie drifted off to sleep, tired and cold.


When she woke up, it was dark. The sky outside was starless, and the road was unfamiliar.


“I miss my cozy blanket,” she whispered.


The bus took a sharp exit. A green road sign flashed by: M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I.


She sneezed. Then sneezed again.


The driver turned down the radio, puzzled. “What was that?”


He pulled the bus over and walked to the back.


There, under the seats, was a scared little girl.


“Well, now,” he said softly. “Come on out. I know you’re there. What’s your name?”


Through tears, she answered, “I’m Winnie. I got on the wrong bus… I thought my class would be here.”


Safe Again


George — the kind bus driver — smiled. “Don’t worry, Winnie. We’ll get you home.”


He gave her a blanket from the lost-and-found and handed her his phone. Winnie called her mother, who answered in a panicked rush, then broke into tears of joy.


George spoke with her parents and made quick arrangements. Before long, Winnie was safely back home — wrapped in hugs and promises.


A New Beginning


After the incident, Winnie’s parents decided to homeschool her for a while. She adjusted quickly and thrived in her cozy virtual classroom, always surrounded by love — and her favorite blanket.

And though she still loved museums, Winnie never wandered off again.


What Would You Do?

Have you ever gotten lost somewhere — or had an unexpected adventure like Winnie?

How did you find your way back?

 Share your story in the comments below! We’d love to hear it.


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