After that day, I started seeing things differently. I was still the same child, but something inside me felt stronger. I no longer feared mistakes the way I used to.
Days passed quietly. School life became normal. I began answering questions in class, even if my voice was low. Sometimes I was wrong, sometimes right — but I learned not to hide anymore.
At home, I helped my mother with small things and listened to my father's stories from his school. Those simple talks made me feel close to them. I realized how much they supported me, even without saying many words.
Life didn't change suddenly. It changed slowly, one day at a time. But each day taught me something new — patience, courage, and confidence.
I didn't notice it then, but I was growing… not just in age, but in heart.