Several days ago, Gita had a cross country competition. Went back home, she told me this:
“I was not bad in the cross country. But I dislike it, so I decided I don’t want to join next time.”
I gave her “Ooohhhh” and we had dinner.
In bed, after reading a book, I asked her “What rank were you, in the cross country?”
She said, “38”
I : “Out of?”
G: “42. Not bad, no?”
I giggled and gave her a big long hug.
No, Apple. 38 is not bad at all. You did a good job for being brave of trying a new challenge.