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📖 The Silent Struggle 📖
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Priscy
41 days agoThe bell rang. Children rushed into class, laughing, shouting, dropping their bags noisily. But in the corner sat Emeka, quiet as always, staring at his books.
The teacher began the lesson, writing words on the board. “Who can read this aloud?” she asked. Hands shot up. Emeka’s heart raced. Please, not me. Please.
“Emeka, stand up and read.”
Silence. His lips trembled. The letters blurred. The whole class turned to stare. A few giggles broke out. Emeka’s hands shook as he whispered, “I… I can’t.”
Laughter filled the room. His eyes burned with tears. He wanted to disappear.
But then, something unexpected happened. His teacher didn’t shout. She walked to him, smiled, and whispered, “You’re not weak, Emeka. You’re brave for trying.”
That night, Emeka’s mother found him reading the same line over and over again under a lantern light. Slowly. Stumbling. But trying.
👉 Sometimes, the strongest children are the ones fighting silent battles no one sees.
(To be continued)