Palms of My Hands

Way back in High school, my dad would always tell me that it’s okay to him if I’ll get a grade of seventy-five on my class card. His point was that as long as I don’t fail on any of my subjects, it’s fine even if my grade is already on the verge of failure. On the contrary, my mom always encourages me to aim high and dream big. She always wants me to have a grade of not less than eighty-five and always want me to belong in the honor’s list. And I realized that my mom has always been right. That I should always aim high so that if ever I won’t be able to reach my goal, my achievement would only be a little less than what I have dreamed of. “Aim for the moon, and if you miss, you will land among the stars.”