"Keep winning. Bring pride to the family," they encouraged. So I did, being obedient. I won first at every competition I entered; whether it be art, academics, or athletics. Finally, I was done. I was tired of the work and time it cost me. I began losing. My parents yelled at me the first time, but when I kept losing, they started complaining less. I liked this, so I lost and lost. If I knew the answer, I got it wrong. They stopped yelling. So that is why I am always last. Not because I can't, only because I won't.
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