To be a mathematician—that had been little Mila’s dream since she was six years old. Her mother did everything she could to support her daughter. Despite her family’s struggles, Mila never gave up on her dream and worked hard. But one day, she didn’t return from school on time.
Mila was a determined little girl, just 12 years old, living in a small town with her mother. Life had never been easy for them. Her mother, Clara, worked long hours as a seamstress, her fingers often numb from the endless sewing, just to make ends meet.Their home was a small modest house that barely shielded them from the cold winter winds that howled through the town. The walls were thin, and Mila often had to pile extra blankets on her bed to keep warm at night.
Yet, despite the hardships, Mila was a bright and hardworking student with a big dream—to become a mathematician someday.Every day after school, Mila would take two buses to get home. The commute was long and tiring, the kind that would make most kids grumble, but she never complained.
She would sit quietly on the worn bus seats, her math textbooks spread across her lap. The bus rides became her study sessions, where she would immerse herself in solving problems, her pencil moving furiously across the pages as she worked through equations.Mila knew that if she worked hard enough, she could earn a scholarship to a good school, a place where her love for numbers and patterns could flourish.
More importantly, she believed that education was her ticket to lifting her family out of poverty, to giving her mother the life she deserved.
