When I was 12, I did extremely badly for an examination, one which would decide which high school I would go to.

I fucked it up.

I did so badly that was I stigmatized. I was that kid who scored below 200 out of a possible 400. Did get that kind of score well, just makes you feel stupid, especially when everyone else did way better.

I felt so fucked up.

I knew I let my parents down.

Before the examination, my mom agreed to give me $50 for every 'A' I got. 

I only got one, for English. 

I didn't expect anything from her after the results came.

But yet, about a day after that, she slipped me the $50.

I was shocked. I was so stunned. 

I didn't know what to say.

And, I refused the money.

My mom asked why, but I insisted that it was okay.

I didn't say why, but deep down I knew that she was disappointed, and I didn't feel that I should be rewarded for being such a fuck up.

When I got home, I cried in my room.

I was just so touched that somebody out there actually still cared, loved you and gave a shit about you even though they're heavily upset or disappointed.

And that was my mom.

Ever had that affection of love from somebody before?

Doesn't have to be your mom, but anyone.

I hope that you do.

So no matter how much of a fuckup you think are, somebody has faith in you.

Okay?