There was a girl who was placed in the weakest class for her mother tongue when she entered primary one. Something that I ought to be ashamed of because this is our language. But I’m not strong in this so the only way I could helped her was to borrow malay books from the library. The girl too went to her school library to borrow. And look at what she received a year later; top in malay language. I was in tears when I read the letter that she passed to me and so proud of her achievement. I hugged and kissed her tightly. She worked hard on her own accord. She is Adriana Omar, my daughter.
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