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Getting that red inked number on my card was a talking point at home. My father, who was trained as an accountant, did not waste time to needle me no end. He even enumerated my deficiencies beginning with a-1 to a-10. (Get it! A-counting) 😀

To raise a notch for my English proficiency, I turned on to my most dependable ally: Webster. I had the thickest dictionary during that time, even dwarfing my mother’s old Bible. The anagram games in the sixth grade introduced me to the habit that continuing it became a routine.

I chose ten words daily, using them in simple sentences while reciting them loudly in front of the mirror. Of course, my difficulty differentiating between Ps and Fs in pronunciation gave me countless times of laughing at myself.

One time, I had this idea of getting back at my father for his earlier tirades. More confident…

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