Stars

Sometimes my nephew comes home from school with a star on his hand. A few months back, he'd sometimes come home and cry heartbrokenly because somebody else got a star and he didn't..those were my days of constant consolation-star-drawing. Anyway, he gets stars for spelling well, or knowing phonetic sounds, or colouring nicely, or counting right. The regular things kids get patted on the back for when they are four years old and ball pen stars count. But yesterday, when my nephew showed me his star, and I asked him what he got it for, he said: 'because paapa (baby) is happy in the school'

A shit education system is what we're stuck with, but it's a lucky kid who gets a teacher that rewards him for being happy. 
It breaks my heart to think that he'll grow up someday and get no stars for it..

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