What was it that made her miss the bus, was it the weight of her bags, or the familiar smell of defeat. Sabrina, Daughter of the King, he was waiting for you the entire time. The bus driver saw you in his rear view mirror. He saw you open the door and step out into the fresh new day with great faith. He saw you begin to run down the walk way with fierce speed and determination. He saw you steady your pace as the rubber of your shoes hit the pavement of the busy street. But, then you paused, you hesitated ... for reasons unknown you turned back. I was standing there with him as a witness. He was waiting for you Princess Sabrina. I could see it on his face as he opened the little window to speak to me. He planned to greet you daughter with an open door. once you boarded the bus he planned to give you a great big smile. Can you see the sheer disappointment on his face as he and I realized you just quit the race?