Stars

Granddaughter: *Sit down and crying slowly and throwing dolls away*

Grandmother: Honey, what's wrong? What bothers you?

Granddaughter: My friends! They keep on saying that I am stupid. I was born stupid.

Grandmother: Oh, my dear...

Granddaughter: Not just that, my teachers said the same thing too. I guess am an idiot. *Continue crying*

Grandmother: They are wrong honey. Everyone has their own stars. And as for you, yours hasn't shine yet. But one day it will. It will shine brightly. And when that time come everybody stop talking and they will start praising. Believe me honey. Your time will come. Hang in there. *Wipe her tears*