When I was in Class V, a little boy my age taught me a life lesson. The results for the term exams had just been announced, and I had come first. I was proud and happy, excited about the gifts my family members would get for me. The latest Malory Towers book was certain to be on the list. One of my classmates appeared almost as excited, jumping about, digging into his tiffin box between classes.
“You look happy. How did you do on the exams?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“I came first.”
What a liar! “That can’t be. I came first!”
“Maybe you did, from the top,” he responded nonchalantly. “I am first from the bottom.” Continue reading
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