Award ceremony at my Alma Mater
When I was in middle school, I asked my parents to come to the school’s award ceremony. I was excited — I was supposed to receive an award, and I couldn’t wait for them to see me shine. My mother showed up. My dad couldn’t make it — work, as usual. Everything was going fine… until they started calling names. Mine wasn’t one of them. I was crushed. Later, I was told the school didn’t have enough awards to go around, even for students who deserved them. Truth be told, the only award I had earned was in Art , while others were being recognized for shining in French, Maths, and all the “important” subjects. But the worst part came when we got home. My mom pulled me into her room, locked the door, and gave me a lecture that felt like it lasted forever. She was disappointed. She said she’d been humiliated sitting among proud mothers whose children had all received awards — except hers. I cried so much that day. Only my dad consoled me. It’s funny when I think about it now. I wasn’t even ...
