It feels so good to be needed. So good to be asked. Especially when
you know the answer. She called me asking for help. She was one of the top students
in my class, I wasn’t. She made the best final project while I wasn’t even close.
I had one thing that no one else had, shiny eyes as my teacher used to say. I was
slow, picky, perfectionist with endless enthusiasm. l still am. Now I just need to keep on walking. Even though sometimes I not sure where to.