নামঃ Fatima Jannat Tasfiah

গল্পঃ I learned saving not from lectures, but from watching my mother—the greatest teacher I’ve ever known. She took me to the market, compared prices, and walked past things she liked just to save a few takas. “Not today,” she’d whisper with a smile. At home, she counted leftover coins, noting every expense in her little notebook. Her greatest lesson lived in her cupboard—a locked metal box of 2,000 five-taka coins my father gave her when they married. “Start small,” he said. She never spent them. “Some savings,” she told me, “are promises, not money.” Once, I saw her cry, counting coins from another box just to buy me shoes. That night, I cleaned an old jar and began saving. When I offered it to her, she hugged me tight and wrote, “This is the day I saw myself in you.” Now my jar sits beside hers. I’m only 12, but I save too—not to be rich, but to be ready. My mother taught me that saving is not about money—it’s love, patience, and quiet strength.