This is me

I was in my seven-year of middle school when I met my teacher of history, but first I want to talk about my situation in the school. My big sister and my little brother were excellent students, me too, but I never had the first place like them. We studied in the same school and also my father was a teacher in that place. So all of the teachers met us and had so many expectations. All of them loved my sister and my brother (just 2 teachers love me) and they expected that someday I had the first place too, the thing that never happened, I always had the second or third place. But this teacher, whose name is Sebastian he is very but very tall about 1.85, he had the hair brown and always used a short hair. One day when I was very decayed for my marks, he said to me, is very important the place? O is more important your mental health? That impacted me because every year I tried to be the first, that was always in my mind and I didn’t care about my health. He said me that I had to be just ...