They used to call me Perfecta.
And every once in a while, my mom would tell me of a three-year-old girl whose teacher described as "malawak ya isip... e ke pa sasabyan kaya ing lesson, ayntindyan na na..."
But somewhere along the timeline, something happened...
I have always felt that something has been missing... or has been missed in my life...
At this point, I finally know that I purposely chose to underachieve... for everyone expected me to be always Perfecta...
And I hated every moment of it...
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