Was that a dream?
It's been said that when some miracle is taking place nobody identifies it, and when it happens there is no need to identify it. And me being a crazy boy I still believe in miracles and I do believe that they really happen and the truth is beyond our imagination. So here I'm going to narrate you a story which took place with me, in the teenage years...

I was just returning my home from school in the Saturday afternoon, when I heard some noise from the nearby bushes. I thought of checking it, and went there. When I saw there was something which I never believed that it really exist. And it was my favorite cat robot "Doraemon" who was lying there and was chanting something which after a while he stopped. He was injured and I couldn't expect what would have happened to him.
I was just nervous, but along with that feeling sad for his condition, I lifted him up in my hands, he was not that much heavy as they show it on the show. I took him to our house, but before entering our house, a sudden thought Stoke my mind, "what if mom doesn't let him in, because this is something unusual."
I decided to keep him secretly in my garage. It was empty as my dad was out for a month and he took the car, and now I was doing my school project on the propellers and motors, so I was sure that mom won't come here as I've advised her not to disturb me with my project. So that was a perfect place for me where I can hide him and know what just happened.
I left him in the garage and went inside the house and asked mom for lunch. She served me some sandwiches which two of them I put in my pocket for Doraemon and asked her not to disturb me in the garage as I'm busy with my project. She agreed and I left the...