I remember one rainy afternoon in primary school when our teacher announced a spelling competition. The prize was a small golden cup my teacher kept on her table. It wasn’t very big, but to us children, it looked like a treasure.
We all practiced hard, spelling words always, even while playing. On the day of the competition, my heart raced as I stood in front of the class. Word after word came, and somehow, I got them right. When my teacher finally placed that tiny cup in my hands, I felt like I had won the world.
I was very happy that day to have that cup. I showed it to my parents and friends and they were all proud of me.
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