El amanecer de un hola

Previously

…He hadn’t written about overcoming adversity. He hadn’t written about his leadership skills. He’d written about a lost piece of homework, a flock of pigeons, and his own spectacularly clumsy attempt at creative problem-solving. And it felt, for the first time, like a genuine accomplishment. He’d taken his embarrassment, his awkwardness, his utter lack of conventional brilliance, and he’d turned it into something… real. Something funny. Something that was undeniably him. He clicked “save,” a small, triumphant exhale escaping his lips. The blinking cursor, no longer a beacon of doom, now seemed to wink at him, a silent acknowledgement of a battle won.