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Roseline was the second daughter in a family of four children.
Her siblings seemed to have one thing in common: they were doing well in school. Her elder brother was always among the best students in his class, while her younger sister rarely came home without a good result.
Roseline was different.
No matter how hard she tried, her grades never seemed good enough. Her father rarely hid his disappointment.
“Look at your brother,” he would say. “What is stopping you from doing the same thing?”
Roseline lowered her head whenever he spoke like that. She wished she could explain that she was trying, but the harder she tried, the more confused she became.
At school, comparison followed her too. When her brother’s old classmates praised his results, she forced a smile and hid her exercise book beneath her arm. During family study time, she tore out pages filled with mistakes before anyone could see them. She began to believe every result was a judgment of her worth. Even when she knew an answer, she hesitated, afraid that being wrong would prove what everyone thought of her.
Her mother was the only person who seemed to understand.
One evening, after another disappointing result, Roseline sat beside her.
“Don't give up on yourself,” her mother said. “You may not be where you want to be yet, but that doesn't mean you cannot get there.”
Roseline wiped her eyes.
“Mummy, I am trying. I just want Daddy to be happy with me. I want everybody to be proud of me.”
Her mother pulled her closer.
“You don't have to become someone else before you deserve to be loved.”
Roseline smiled faintly, but the words stayed with her.
A few weeks later, a new teacher named Charles joined the school. He watched his students carefully, noticing who participated, who struggled, and who was afraid to speak.
One morning, he asked a question. Several students raised their hands. Roseline knew part of the answer but looked down at her book.
“Roseline,” Charles called.
She stood slowly. The class became quiet.
“What is your answer?”
Her mind went blank.
“I... I don't know, sir.”
It happened again the next day and the day after. When asked privately, Roseline could sometimes explain a topic, but fear took over whenever she had to answer in front of the class.
After school, Charles called her gently.
“Do you understand what I teach?”
“Sometimes, sir.”
“Then why do you become frightened when I ask you a question?”
She remained silent until he asked, “Why are you afraid of getting it wrong?”
“Because when I get things wrong at home, my father says I am not trying hard enough.”
Charles understood. Her problem was not simply her grades. She had begun to believe that every wrong answer meant she had failed. Afraid of failing, she was becoming afraid to try.
He stopped putting her on the spot and began giving her small questions after lessons. When she answered correctly, he encouraged her. When she was wrong, he did not scold her.
“Getting an answer wrong doesn't mean you cannot learn,” he told her. “It only means you have found something you need to understand better.”
Slowly, Roseline changed. She began raising her hand, first halfway, then completely. Sometimes she was wrong, but she no longer hid her face.
Her mother noticed the change first.
Then came the examination. When the results were released, Roseline had improved greatly.
Her father studied the result.
“You improved,” he said.
“I tried, Daddy.”
Those words sounded different to him. He remembered comparing her with her siblings and focusing on what she could not do instead of noticing her effort.
“I know,” he said quietly. “I know you have been trying.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I am sorry if I made you feel that you were not good enough. You don't have to be the best student in your class before I am proud of you. Keep learning, keep trying, and never be afraid to make mistakes.”
At first, Roseline did not know whether to believe him. His apology felt unfamiliar after so much disappointment. Then he asked to see her old exercise books and listened as she showed him the questions she had struggled with.
He did not compare her answers with anyone else’s. He simply asked, “How can I help you understand this?”
That question loosened something inside her.
From then on, her father praised her effort before asking about her score. When she made mistakes, he sat beside her instead of standing over her. Roseline still felt nervous when her siblings brought home higher marks, but she no longer hid her results.
For the first time, she felt seen.
Charles had shown her that a poor result was not the end of her story. Her mother had taught her not to give up. Her father had finally learned that behind a child's poor performance, there may be a struggle nobody can see.
Roseline still had much to learn, but she was no longer fighting alone.
The next morning, Charles asked a question in class. Roseline felt the old fear rise in her chest, but this time she lifted her hand all the way up. Her voice trembled when she answered, yet she did not lower her eyes. When her classmates turned toward her, she met their gaze and smiled.
For the first time, the classroom did not feel like a place where she had to prove she belonged. It felt like a place where she already did.
And that was the beginning of her change.
