https://Voice.club - “So, tell me, what should be the title of the story I told you today?” Mom asked me.
“I think the title should be ‘Courage’,” I replied.
“Why do you think so?” Mom asked.
“Mom, the way the quiet girl stood up to her bad friends in the end, the title couldn’t be anything else but ‘Courage’. Facing enemies is easy, but standing up to your friends takes real courage,” I said.
Mom looked at me for a while, as if she wanted to say something through her eyes.
After a moment of silence, she said, “Maybe now you understand what you need to do.”
I was shocked.
The Next Day at School:
My friends were laughing.
“What happened? Why are you laughing so much?” I asked.
“She cracked a joke that eyes should be like yours,” one of my friends said.
"Why? What’s wrong with my eyes? I’ve been listening to your comments all this time, but that doesn’t mean you can say anything. Yes, I used to think there was something wrong with my eyes, but I was wrong. These aren’t a flaw; they’re my uniqueness that sets me apart from people like you.
“I thought you were my friends, so I tolerated all your jokes, but not anymore. I used to feel ashamed of my eyes, thinking they made me a target of jokes or pity. But now, I love them. So don’t comment on them again, because I can comment too—on Jack’s silly brain, Lucy’s frizzy hair, or Bin’s ugly dressing sense. But I won’t, because I’m different. I’m unique.”
With that, I walked away.
“Excuse me, wait a minute!” someone called from behind.
“Yes, what is it?” I asked.
“You are amazing. What you did today takes a lot of courage. Will you be my friend?” a boy asked.
(Courage—now I have understood it.)
“Yes, I’d love to,” I replied.