As a seven-year-old, I had a firm belief in my unparalleled brilliance. The world was my playground, and I was convinced I understood its secrets better than anyone else: especially my parents. And then, in a spectacular display of my so-called brilliance, I messed up, big time.
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QuratulAin Hamza 