There was one day that stayed in my heart for a long time. It wasn't a big day, but it meant a lot to me.
During school, I made a small mistake in class. The teacher corrected me in front of everyone. I felt my face turn hot, and my eyes slowly filled with tears. I tried hard not to cry, but my heart felt heavy.
When I came home, I didn't say anything at first. My mother noticed my silence and asked me what happened. The moment I started speaking, all my tears came out. She listened quietly and hugged me tightly.
My father told me something that day I still remember. He said, "Making mistakes is not weakness. It means you are learning." Those words stayed with me.
After that day, I stopped being afraid of small failures. I understood that growing up also means falling sometimes — and learning to stand again.