Ever since first grade, Nina had been labeled \u201cthe pauper.\u201d The boys teased her for wearing hand-me-downs and \u201cliving off crumbs.\u201d The girls were no kinder, sneering that she would be poor her entire life. At first, Nina had tried to stand up for herself, to fight back, but her protests only fueled their cruelty. Most of her classmates came from wealthy families, flaunting designer clothes and expensive gadgets, while Nina had little more than a second-hand skirt for special occasions and jeans that were always a size too big.\n

\u201cGraduation is a night for princesses,\u201d the girls in her class would giggle, planning their expensive dresses and hairstyles. Nina, on the other hand, could only imagine herself standing awkwardly in old sneakers and a worn-out dress, a target for even more ridicule. Just a week ago, Masha, one of the most popular girls in class, had mockingly asked, \u201cSo, Nina, begging the principal for money to pay for your graduation again?\u201d The class erupted in laughter as Nina grabbed her textbook and fled the room, her cheeks burning with humiliation.\n

The memory still stung. She thought back to first grade when her parents had saved up to buy her a beautiful pink dress with bows and ruffles. She had felt so special, only for the boys to smear paint on it and the girls to dismiss it as \u201ccheap.\u201d Her mother had promised to buy her another one, but the promise went unfulfilled. There was never enough money, not with her father starting a new job and loans to pay off.\n

Things had only gotten worse over time. Her mother\u2019s passing left a void that nothing could fill, and her father, crushed by grief, turned to alcohol. Their once-cozy home became a dim, suffocating space littered with empty bottles. Nina tried to keep things together\u2014cleaning up, taking out the trash, and airing the rooms\u2014but she felt like she was fighting a losing battle. One evening, she timidly brought up the upcoming graduation and her desire to look presentable. Her father sighed, rubbing his temples. \u201cNina, I\u2019m sorry\u2026 but who are you trying to impress? It doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d His dismissive words cut deep. \u201cI don\u2019t need much,\u201d she thought bitterly. \u201cJust some support.\u201d\n

Unable to hold back her tears, she grabbed her jacket and stepped outside. Near the entrance, she bumped into their neighbor, Inna Romanovna, who often showed her kindness. Seeing Nina\u2019s red, tear-streaked face, the older woman asked gently, \u201cRough day, dear? Is there anything I can do to help?\u201d\n

Nina shook her head, but Inna persisted. \u201cIf you want to earn a little money, the local hospital is hiring janitors. It\u2019s not glamorous, but it\u2019s honest work.\u201d That evening, Nina decided to apply.\n

Balancing school and work was grueling. She spent her mornings enduring her classmates\u2019 jeers and her evenings scrubbing floors and emptying trash bins at the hospital. Her hands became calloused, her muscles ached, but she held onto one thought: she would save enough money to buy a dress and show everyone that she wasn\u2019t the nobody they thought she was.\n

Of course, rumors spread. Some classmates noticed her heading to the hospital and began mocking her for being a \u201cjanitor.\u201d Svetlova, the class queen bee, made a point of taunting her in front of everyone. \u201cSo, Nina,\u201d she sneered, \u201cplanning to show up to prom in a janitor\u2019s uniform?\u201d Nina clenched her fists but replied firmly, \u201cI\u2019ll be there, and maybe I\u2019ll even win prom queen.\u201d The class burst into laughter, but Nina walked away, refusing to let their words defeat her.\n

One evening at the hospital, Nina noticed a little boy crying at the entrance, having fallen off his scooter. She helped calm him down, treating his scraped knees. His nanny, frazzled and grateful, said, \u201cIf only his parents were as kind and patient as you.\u201d Nina brushed it off, thinking little of the moment. She had no idea that her kindness would later be repaid.\n

Weeks passed. Her father, inspired by her determination, started turning his life around. He found a seasonal job fixing apartment entrances and surprised Nina by handing her his first paycheck. \u201cHere,\u201d he said, pushing a few bills into her hands. \u201cUse this for your dress.\u201d Tears welled up in her eyes, but she nodded, whispering, \u201cThank you, Dad.\u201d\n

By graduation night, Nina had saved enough to buy a simple but elegant light-blue dress with a tulle overlay. Her father, clean-shaven and dressed in an old but neatly ironed suit, escorted her to the school. As they entered the hall, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. The girl they once called \u201cthe pauper\u201d now stood before them, poised and radiant. Her classmates could barely recognize her.\n

\u201cIs that Nina?\u201d someone whispered. Even Svetlova was momentarily speechless, her face darkening with jealousy. The crowning moment came when the votes for prom queen were announced. By an overwhelming majority, Nina was declared the winner. As she accepted the crown, the hall erupted into applause. Teachers who had watched her struggles beamed with pride.\n

Later, Nina danced the waltz with her father, tears glistening in her eyes. She wished her mother could have seen her, but she felt her presence in her heart. Classmates who had once mocked her came forward with awkward apologies and congratulations. For the first time, Nina felt truly seen and respected.\n

Three years later, Nina was thriving in college, studying to become a nurse. Her father had fully overcome his struggles, and their relationship had grown stronger. Life had also brought an unexpected gift: Igor, the boy\u2019s father from the hospital, had become a close family friend and eventually, something more. Their relationship blossomed into love, and one day, he proposed.\n

As Nina stood in a bridal salon choosing her wedding dress, she glanced at her reflection, remembering the girl she used to be. With a smile, she whispered to herself, \u201cI\u2019ve come so far.\u201d\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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