One day on the way home, I saw dad fighting fire. He was a volunteer firefighter. I stopped and chatted with him. Dad said I still had tears in my eyes.
I wasn’t good at math at all. I was in fact hopeless in math. I simply couldn’t understand what the teacher wanted. One day I came home with a zero on my math test, so dad took me to the teacher. The teacher then explained to me what she wanted. I was still pretty awful at math but no more zeros!
Journey to finding love within 