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What could you do? She came to you smiling very proud of having her first book and in a cheerful and eager voice gloating to you about her achievement. You looked at her and smiled. Then came the big surprise when she asked you to wait in your place and not to move until she run back to her room to bring it to you telling you that you were the first one to see her great work.
What could you do other than smiling and waiting? Nothing. She came back with that tiny book which might have had 20 or less pages. She had a big happiness written all over her face adding one more thing for you to know. What was that? She told you that she made a special dedication for you coz you were her main inspiration. OMG, what then?
She opened up the page of dedication and you found it true it was your name and only your name on her dedication. How proud you must have been! Then she passed over the book for you to check or may be to approve of her work. She was so young full of energy and life, and you wouldn’t fail such a flower in her eagerness to step up the ladder, would you?
You held the book in your hand and until that moment you didn’t know what the name of the book was. Guess what, it was called “Loser”. In your mind, “What? I beg your pardon, is that what you are dedicating for me?” but you couldn’t utter those words out loud, you couldn’t fail that young middle school girl. You couldn’t dim the light that was coming out of that angel face.
After few years when she was about to leave the middle school, she brought the same book to you and told you that that book was for you. And one more time, you couldn’t say “No” but after you took it, and after she was gone, you couldn’t throw it away, instead you crossed out the title and wrote the “Winner”. That was how you saw her but she didn’t know it.