“Alright class, starting next week there is going to be a contest called The Young Authors Contest, and all of you need to write a book,” explained my teacher as we started to pack up to go home.
“Great, now we have homework for the weekend!” I muttered to myself while I was walking home from school. It’s 6 PM, the sun is clocking out, and the moon is clocking in, as I unlock my house door.
I ran to my room to start my writing for the contest. Then my mom came into my room in shock, to check if I am working on something. “Funny mom cracked my inner voice!”
“What are you doing in a peaceful Friday evening?’’ asked my mom.
“Mom, there's this contest at my school called, The Young Author’s Contest and our teacher said that every 5th grader is required to participate in it,’’ I replied.
“Well dear, are you working on it?” asked my mom while staring at my paper.
“Uhhh... I’m still thinking about what to write, mom,” as she stepped out from my room, closing the door. “Man, this is going to be a long weekend,” I said to myself as I reached my binder paper and pencil.
I stepped out of my room and headed to the hallway. I slammed myself to the couch and got the tv remote and started to watch my favorite shows.
After an hour of watching tv, I went back to my room with some ice cream. While ice cream slowly melts in my mouth, I was flipping through the contest submission packet.
In this section, it mentions if you miss one requirement, you will be disqualified.
Ugg Rugh!!! My mind was tired of all the rules and requirements on the packet. My comfy bed was calling me as my bedtime already passed. I was deeply into my dream as I dreamed about going to Legoland with my family.
As my sister slightly opened the curtain, she disturbed my dream. But thank God because of her, my fantasy story did not fade. I started to explain what happened in my dream to her and then I was like let’s eat breakfast and start jotting down my story.
She asked me if I know what I am gonna write about. I was like, “Why in the world do you think I wasted all my energy explaining to you what happened in my dream last night?”
“Huhhh? What?” she puzzles. “Ya, I am going to turn my dream into a story which will suit the contest requirement,” I proudly answered her question.
As my eyes close, we are heading to San Jose International Airport. My sister was complaining about how she is gonna sit with me for about 1 hour and 15 minutes. Only I know what she means by that. Haha...
We enjoyed a light meal on our way as we finished watching Detective Pikachu. United Airlines arrived around 1:50 PM at Los Angeles International Airport. I got so hungry as we landed near Legoland. I was not hungry. As I saw McDonald’s across Legoland, I acted like I was hungry so I can get the last collection of Pokémon cards from the Happy Meal toy.
Laugh out loud! I have done a Ph. D in Acting! My dad believed me!!! We all were walking heading to McDonald’s. I saw a man who was begging on the sidewalk. I felt so bad seeing how he must struggle to live his standard life.
I kindly requested my dad to give me $50. He thought I was gonna give that money to that beggar. I cleared his doubt as I asked my sister to google the nearby dollar store. Three of us went to the store, and I rushed to get 25 packs of pencils and 25 packs of crayons as Legoland is filled with young children.
The cashier was checking out the items as I placed them on the checkout counter. Remember, I got only $50 from my dad. As the cashier scanned, it turned out to be $52.33.
My sister paid the balance amount after I paid the cash. We headed back near the crosswalk. I went and gave the things to that old man. He was questioning himself inside, people usually give me money and why is this young boy giving me these school supplies.
I asked my sister if she can give me $2. She asked if I am gonna head back to the store again. I nodded my head. I gave the $2 to the man and asked him to hand me one of the crayon pack.
I left right after getting the crayon pack from him as my dad called as we are getting late. We went to McDonald’s as I really got hungry not acting this time.
With my family, I enjoyed and made memorable memories in Legoland as we spent 3 days. All the pictures my mom took there speaks of all the fun time we had together.
After two years....
It’s been a while since my mom took me to Fremont Main Library. “Mom, can we go to the library today?” I asked as I entered the kitchen. Sure, dear! We can go around 3 PM,” answered my mom.
As the library, automated door opens and indirectly welcomes as people enter. I raced to the restroom as I could not hold my pee.
While my mom was waiting, she was glancing through the library bulletin board. It displays all the events for the day. She checked the time it was 3:15 PM.
She told me there is a workshop going on about how to start a business and turn into a successful businessman. I asked her various questioned like what you mean by starting a business, or is it a roadmap to guide us to run a business?
Shhhh...let's go and check it out as she zip's my mouth. The room was filled. We stood near the door as the good looking, a man with black color blazer engages the audience by asking do you guys how I started my business?
A lady who looked exactly like my favorite teacher raised her with a big smile on her face. She answered, “Well, you might come from a wealthy family, they might have helped you by investing in your business.” Many audiences gave similar answers to hers.
The businessman paused for a second. He starts with a pause, thank you all for participating! “Who is interested to hear my real successful business story?” questions the businessman.
Everyone in the room raised their hands including myself and my mom with curiosity. I was sitting on the crosswalk across McDonald’s in Los Angeles. A small, handsome, school-aged boy came to me and gave supplies worth $50. “I was like, did he thought I need pencils and crayons. Then after a minute, he gave me $2 and asked for 1 pack of crayons,” shares the man.
He left after getting his pack of crayons. My mind was going back and forth questioning myself what is going on, he adds.
“Who am I? What is my policy? I was born for some reason. But I should succeed before my death,” says Socrates. This Socrates policy changed me from being a beggar to a successful businessman.
This young boy gave me the idea to start a business. Wait, let me rephrase what I lastly said. He sparked me with the idea of starting a business that lighted my life to turn into a successful businessman. “Did anyone of you guys wondered why I was sitting near the crosswalk?” he quizzes the audience.
We can hear the pin drop sound, everyone was silent. “2 years back, I was a beggar,” he shares. I wish I asked that boy name, but God did not will.
My mom tightly hugs me, whispering, “The young boy, he was talking about, is no one but my dear, lovely, son.” I proudly raised my hand mentioning that the boy was myself.
I wish I photographed the businessman’s reaction when I said it was me who gave him the idea of starting the business. He honored me as I entered the stage.
The end, not the story but my dream!!!
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