Sara had prepared all night for her final exam. Her parents had pinned their hopes on her success, and the pressure was unbearable. When she sat in the exam hall, her hands trembled. She couldn’t recall a single answer. Tears welled up. But then she closed her eyes and remembered her mother’s words: “Breathe. Trust your effort.” Slowly, the answers returned. Page by page, her confidence grew. When the bell rang, she submitted the paper with a shaky smile. Weeks later, she passed—not with the highest marks, but enough to make her parents proud. And that pride meant more than any grade.