Sometime there are something that happened out of our expectation. It come when we no longer hope about it. Sometime it come when we never wish it to happen. Whole this year - every time I came back home, I always wish that I could see my result paper arrived home. I missed my chance once. I missed the moment when I am at the glory spark last semester. What happened to the mail? Yes, my brother threw it away. So when people talked about it, I am the only who never saw the mail. The one without story.
This semester, people did say to me how scared they were waiting for the mail. I also waited for it, excitedly. Every day I get out of the house, check that red mailbox and wishing that I am going to be the first person who read it. The hope stop when I no longer think about it.
Today, I was reminded by my real life. This holiday is a fake. I should be more concern of my life. The mail came. Next time I shouldn't wish for it. There - in front of my eye, I sat down in frustration looking at my low result. I have failed myself. I should work harder. I should struggle better. This result will be a reminder for me that I should keep in my mind that this is real.
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