He tries to stand on his little feet, keeping both the palms firmly on the ground but fell. He tries again, this time by holding onto the bar of the table.
It was one of a kind feeling. He excelled in his first mission but not completely. He can only take few steps by holding on to something which could support him.
He tries again daily, every hour. He failed and hurt himself with bruised knees, scratched palms, cried with tears mapping his cheeks down to the neck. Next hour he was seen trying again with the same enthusiasm and grit.
After many failed attempts, tears and scratches but nevertheless, he finally succeeds in standing on his feet. That moment his smile is brighter than the sunlight.
*It’s ok to fall, but not ok to refuse to get up.