নামঃ Azwa Tamanni Chowdhury

গল্পঃ Money was never just numbers in my house—it was a language my mom spoke fluently, and taught me with quiet patience. Last year, she said I was ready for my first real responsibility: paying my school fees on my own. She wasn’t home, so I had to handle everything myself. I felt proud, grown-up—even a little invincible. Until the teller at the bank looked at me gently and said, “This isn’t enough.” My confidence crumbled. I had grabbed the wrong bundle. Face burning, I rushed home, found the right amount, and ran back—my first lesson in financial humility. When I told my mom, she only smiled: “That’s how you learn.” And I did. Now, I double-check everything. I shop with intention. I ask better questions. That mistake—the “bank run,” as we now call it—became a turning point. Not just in how I handle money, but in how I carry responsibility. My mom gave me more than a task that day—she gave me trust. And I’ve been growing into it ever since.