The vacations were over, but the heat of summer continued.
It was the last hour of the day when Mrs. Taylor said, “Denise, you have failed Mathematics again.”
My mind went blank. That meant I wasn’t eligible to be in the grade.
I sat dejected on the front steps as one by one; my schoolmates went past me and returned to their home. I could feel the tears sliding down my cheek as I buried my head in my crossed arms and sobbed. A few moments passed, I felt a comforting hand on my back. Mrs. Taylor sat next to me.
“Denise, don’t be scared. There is still some hope. I’ve requested the headmistress for rechecking the paper. She’s checking it now”, she said. Footsteps echoed, and I saw the headmistress approach. Her face gave nothing away, but a moment later came a smile on her lips and a small nod of the head. I rejoiced.
As I walked back home, I felt something fall on my cheek. A raindrop settled there, and was soon followed by more. The skies darkened and calming rain fell from the heavens. I forgot myself in its beauty, and skipped like I had when I was younger.
As I walked down the curving path, hands on the side like flying with the breeze, I realized that nothing had to end with failure. Failure would have to end sometime too. A few tears of joy, of relief would flood my face now; they’d be known only to me, to the world they’d be just another raindrop.