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In 4th grade, we started learning French. It was very rocky in the beginning and I really hated it. My mom who didn't know anything about the language decided that I should take private lessons. So she went to my class teacher: A really beautiful lady-like young woman in her late 20's and asked her to be my tutor. I went to her house and it was one of the most beautiful houses I've ever been in. I really enjoyed the lesson and started to like the language. My grades were great in the next monthly exam, My parents were thrilled and so was I. But I couldn't help thinking that Madame Noha just gave me this good grade because I took a private lessons with her, don't know why exactly did i remember this now?

Why do I have to question every success I have?