“Grandpa! Can I ask you something?” The boy asked as he rested his head on the old man’s lap.
“Umm-hmm. Go ahead, son.” The old man ruffled his hands through the boy’s dishevelled hair.
“Miss May was telling me that everyone has a special talent.”
“Yes, she was right!”
“But how do I find my talents. I have spent twenty-three years of my life. But still, I haven’t figured out the purpose of my existence and the value of my presence! Leave alone ‘talents’. Sometimes I feel, I am not talented at all.”
“Hahaha! Well, that is not true, child” Grandpa replied.
“Then how do I find my talents? Martha is an excellent singer. Toby plays wonderful football. Lira is good at drawing. Ron is good in studies. And I am good at nothing! For the past couple of years, I have only been failing. I have failed in my…
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