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a small village surrounded by green hills, there lived a boy named Arin. Arin was not the smartest student in his class, nor was he the fastest runner on the field. But he had one special quality — he never gave up.
Every morning, Arin would wake up before sunrise and help his father in the fields. After school, while other children played, he would sit under a big mango tree and study. Math was his weakest subject. No matter how hard he tried, the numbers seemed to dance around on the page