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My Greatest fear
<p><strong>My Greatest Fear</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>My greatest fear isn’t death ,it’s the inability to write.</p><p>I have a wild imagination trapped behind terrible handwriting.</p><p>Half the world can’t read what I write.</p><p><br/></p><p>Back in secondary school, I always failed Literature.</p><p>My teacher never had the patience to struggle through my scrawl.</p><p>After a while, each essay I wrote felt like a lost cause.</p><p>No matter how beautiful my thoughts were, I believed I would fail.</p><p><br/></p><p>I tried changing styles. I tried slowing down.</p><p>But nothing worked my handwriting remained my greatest enemy.</p><p>Until one day.</p><p><br/></p><p>My mum, an amazing English teacher, couldn’t understand why I kept failing.</p><p>So she asked me to write an essay. She read it patiently, quietly then smiled.</p><p>Without telling me my score, she asked me to rewrite that same essay three times.</p><p><br/></p><p>She gave one to my Literature teacher, another to a random teacher in my school,</p><p>and the third to a teacher from her own school.</p><p><br/></p><p>My teacher gave me a 2.</p><p>The others gave me an 8 and a 7.</p><p><br/></p><p>That day, I realized this story wasn’t about my handwriting.</p><p>It was about my mother’s strength ,her patience ,</p><p>her ability to fight for me when I didn’t even know how to fight for myself.</p><p><br/></p><p>She held space for me.</p><p>She gave me courage.</p><p>And when I finally got a phone, I stopped using my pen to write </p><p>instead, I let the ink flow straight from my brain, through my emotions, onto the screen.</p><p><br/></p><p>My mother is the reason I write today. Losing her is equivalent to cutting my right hand.</p>
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