Not this time, she thought. The C\’s and D\’s had not changed. Nor had the lonesome A+ but something in her had. For she made a conscious choice to focus on the latter, no matter what the world chose to highlight. Putting the marks card down, she hugged her son. Next day he woke up to a brand new canvas board with wide variety of paints and brushes. Standing at the doorway she saw his face light up like magic, as his hands worked passionately with paint. With tears in her eyes, she reminded herself “Happiness starts with ME”
