Mandarin

In Fremont my brother and I would study the Chinese dialogue Mandarin, I was about five when I first started class. We both went to a Chinese school, he went there longer than I did but I still enjoyed it. There were like three people with the same first name as me, but I didn't mind, we all had different choices and opinions. I really enjoyed going there, in tests you would take it and when you got it back depending on how well you did, you would get some pink slips. After class, depending on how many pink slips you had you could buy more items from the teacher. I loved to get stationary so I got a lot of stationary which always made me happy.
I had a great time until I graduated my first year since I had enrolled to the school, I graduated earning a small trophy. When I arrived home, I showed my parents, they were really proud of me. They saw my brother's and then that's when I didn't want to show my trophy anymore. I had one measly trophy, while my brother had three, I was disappointed that all I had to show was one trophy. I felt ashamed, weak and puny, my one trophy didn't even compare to the three that my brother had.
Later as I grew up I started to forget little by little and now I can barely remember it happening, its fuzzy but I can still make it out. Now I don't really care that my brother has more than me, now if I'm jealous, I can just say its because my brother was born before me and that he started before me. I'm over it, and if at some times I'm not I'll just think of those reasons.