i was  not able to get high marks when i was  in primary school. teachers didn’t like me because i was not a good student. mother considered me as a bad kid. they hurt me by thinking i am a retarded child. but i am no fool. almost all of my paintings were showed in public. many famous artists had praised me for my paintings. they called me "little prodigy". and dad was on my side too. he encouraged me to do what i liked and what i thought was proper. he told me that interest is the best teacher, dad did what he could to develop my talent fully. i believe that interest together with hard work will make me a successful artist in the near future.