My daughter walked over to me.
“Mom, I didn’t want you to think I was stupid.”
After hearing those words, I sat down on the floor and burst into tears.
I wrapped my arms around her so tightly that my hands began to tremble.
“You were never stupid. I was the one who made a mistake because I didn’t understand what you were going through.”
My father sat beside us and wrapped his arms around both of us.
Two months later, Emily volunteered to read aloud in class for the first time. She made a few mistakes, but she didn’t stop. When she finished, the other children applauded, and her teacher sent me a video.
That evening, the three of us took another photograph.
Emily sat on Grandpa’s lap, holding the first book she had ever read by herself. I stood beside them, smiling this time.
