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Onebrightmorning,asIwaswalkingtoclass,thesoundofmynamecalledmyattention.Lookingaround,Inoticedmyflower,theclassflower,hadforgottenitsbeautifulbouquet.Itwasjustaplain,everydayflower.Iglancedatmyclassmates,buttheyallseemedabsorbedintheirowntasks,notpayingattentiontotheabsentflower.

Theteacher,Ms.Smith,walkeduptotheflowerwithaconcernedlookonherface."Flower,"shesaid,"Inoticedyouhaven'tbeeninclasstoday.You'retheclassflower,right?"Theflower'spetalswiltedslightly,anditlookedalmostdefeated.

"I'msorry,Ms.Smith,"Isaid,holdingupmyhand."Ijust...Iwaslateagain."Theteachersmiled,touchedmyhand,andsaid,"That'salright.I'msureyoucanmakeitup."Buttheflower,representingtheclass,stilldidn'tknowhowtorespond.

Thatnight,IthoughtaboutwhatMs.Smithhadsaid.Maybetheflowerneededtodosomethingextraspecialtomakeupforbeinglate.Thenextday,duringthesongtime,theteachercalledoutthenameoftheclassflower.Tomysurprise,itwasn'ttheusualdaisybuttheplainflowerIhadprepared.Itsangabeautifulsong,andtheclasseruptedincheers.

Theflowerfeltamixofemotions.Ononehand,itwasproudtorepresenttheclassandmakeupforthepreviousmistake.Ontheotherhand,itwasabitworriedaboutbeingjudged.Butintheend,itknewthatbeingontimeanddoingitsbestwasmoreimportantthananythingelse.

Fromthatdayon,Isawtheflowereverymorning,anditalwaysmadesuretobethereontime.Sometimes,itforgotthesong,butitneverforgotthelesson:beingpunctualanddoingone'sbestisthemostimportantthing.

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