Azelya really loved sleeping. Without school she'd have spent the whole day in her warm bed. Today she nearly came late again. But the coat and boots received from school yesterday made her jump up eagerly. After breakfast she packed her bag and the moment came — putting on her new things. She was overjoyed these had been given to her specifically. She planned to show them off. She had no idea why; her teacher had simply said she was being rewarded for being the best student. Azelya walked in full of joy. Everyone's eyes turned to her yet no one complimented her new things. The girls who always asked about everything when someone got something new said nothing. Azelya was confused: why isn't anyone coming to me, asking about my clothes? Her closest friend hadn't come that day either, making her lonelier still. After school she rushed home — her mother was busy with her two-year-old sister and couldn't manage dinner alone. Her sister had been born with a leg defect. After surgery at the right age, both her legs had been put in casts. She could only be carried.Her sister cried again that night from the leg pain. Azelya couldn't bear it and cried too. By dawn she'd fallen asleep beside her. Her mother woke her and told her to get ready. She set off, planning to walk with her neighbor friend. When she stepped inside, her friend was just leaving. She greeted the mother. The friend said: "Mom, I want boots and a coat like Azelya's — school gave them to her." Her mother replied: "They give such things to sick, poor people." Azelya froze. She didn't know whether to speak or stay silent. Something hard stuck in her throat. She wanted to cry but couldn't. She didn't notice how she left that house. She went straight to her teacher: "Why did you give me these clothes?" "Because you're best student" "Don't lie," she cried out, bursting into tears. "You gave them because I'm disabled. The whole class knows. They know I didn't buy them — that's why no one came, no one said anything. I never told anyone. I didn't want pity. But now everyone knows. I, I…" She ran out. She didn't know where to go. It was bitterly cold, light snow falling. She headed home, tears streaming. The joy she'd felt had turned to something like hatred. She tore off her coat and threw them in the roadside ditch. She walked home frozen. Her mother stared in shock."What happened? Where are your clothes? You're frozen!" "You lied to me too," Azelya said, and went to her room. Her mother followed, trying to understand. But Azelya was too cold and too hurt to say a word. She lay down in silence.That evening her mother heard everything from the teacher. Azelya was fast asleep — she couldn't wake her. But after that day, Azelya stopped leaving her room and stopped going to school. Her parents were sick with worry. Day by day her color faded. One day she decided to go outside for a walk, without telling anyone. There was a bus stop nearby; she sat waiting for the bus to the park. A middle-aged man sat there too. She sat beside him. After studying her, he spoke: "You look pale — are you ill?" Azelya smiled faintly. "Yes. My heart aches terribly." "Is something wrong?" "I don't usually share troubles with strangers. But I'll burst if I don't tell someone." And she told him everything. "Why don't you get treatment?" he asked. "We tried, but there's no guarantee I'd survive — I'm apparently too old for the surgery now. My sister was born the same way; we had her surgery done and she's in treatment, which costs a lot. For me there's neither guarantee nor money." "I see. What's your name?" "Azelya." "Nice to meet you — I'm Aden." "Nice to meet you too." "Do you live nearby?" "Yes, that house." Their bus arrived. They each went their way.After the park Azelya showered and returned to her room. She fell asleep listening to music. Her mother came, woke her, and apologized — she had acted that way to protect her feelings. Azelya knew her mother already suffered enough for her sister and pulled her into a tight hug. The doorbell rang. It was Aden, holding flowers and papers. "What are you doing here?" -Azelya asked. "I'm a doctor, Azelya. After seeing you this morning I looked into your case. You've been to our hospital — it's nearby. I found your records. I can guarantee you'll recover. I've treated patients like you before with good results. What do you say?"Azelya froze. Her mother invited him in, heard the full story, then said they had no money. Aden said: "I'm not doing this for money. I heard your younger daughter has the same condition. Please let me help from the heart." Azelya and her mother wept with joy. The surgery was a success. Now both Azelya and her sister are well. At the end I wanna say:don't be ashamed of your flaws, and don't give up on life because of them. One day life itself will smile at you. Life is full of unexpected turns.