When I was in first grade, I was really enjoying school life. I loved to read and write. So much, in fact, that my teacher would sometimes ask me to help my classmates learn to read after class.
I remember one particular afternoon—my classmates were already outside, playing and laughing, while I was still inside the classroom, helping others with their reading. I felt a little disappointed. I was a kid, too, and I wanted to play. But I stayed. Maybe a part of me already understood how important it was to share what I knew.
When the school year was coming to a close, my teacher asked me to bring my mom to school the next day. I was confused. I started wondering—Did I do something wrong? I couldn’t think of anything, but still, I was nervous.
The next day, my mom came and spoke with my teacher. After their conversation, my mom called me over with a big smile and told me the news: I was Second Honor in our class.
It didn’t sink in right away. I hadn’t even thought about honors or rankings—I was just enjoying school and doing what I loved. But when it hit me, I felt so happy. So proud. It was the very first time I was recognized for something I didn’t even know was being noticed.
Looking back now, I realize that joy doesn’t always come from chasing recognition—it often comes from doing what we love, with all our heart.
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