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It all started on a regular Thursday.

I had my usual breakfast — soggy cereal that went mushy way too fast — and looked out the window. The sky looked funny, like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to be sunny or cloudy.

I didn’t know it yet, but something amazing was about to happen. Something that would make me feel super brave. Not the kind of brave with a loud roar, but the kind with shaky knees, a fast-beating heart, and just a little sparkle of courage in my shoes.

You see, it was the day of our school play!

I was playing a tree. Just a plain, leafy tree. Not a dancing tree or a talking tree. My job was to sway like the wind… and not trip over the stage curtain!

Everything was going fine… until something big happened.

The girl who was going to play Princess Mirabella got really sick. Her nose was red, her voice was gone, and she looked like she’d been sneezing in a snowstorm of tissues.

Everyone stopped. Nobody knew what to do.

Then Ms. Jasmine, our play director, turned to look at… me.

“Sophia, you’ve been at all the rehearsals. You know the lines. You’ll be the princess!” she said.

I froze. My mouth fell open. My cracker fell on the floor. My tummy did flips like a gymnast.

I wanted to hide behind the curtain. Me? A princess? But then… I saw the costume. A sparkly pink dress. A shiny cardboard sword. It looked like it had magic in it.

And deep inside, a tiny voice whispered,
“You can do it, Sophia.”

So… I did.

I put on the dress. I held the sword. I took a big, deep breath and walked onto the stage.

The lights were bright. The crowd was huge. My voice squeaked a little when I spoke the first line. But the audience clapped anyway. That gave me courage!

Suddenly, I wasn’t just Sophia anymore. I was Princess Mirabella!

I fought the dragon (okay, it was just a green puppet with googly eyes). I saved the kingdom. I waved to the king and queen (that’s Mum and Dad, smiling so big in the second row).

When the play ended, everyone clapped and cheered. It sounded like a thunderstorm of happiness.

Ms. Jasmine smiled with tears in her eyes. I felt proud — proud like a lion… a wobbly, happy, glittery lion.

That day, I learned something very special:

Being brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared.
It means you try your best… even if your voice shakes,
even if your knees wobble,
even if you were only supposed to be a tree.