I have been telling myself everytime I receive an award that it will just be a piece of paper, but then I said to myself that I need to find a proper job as the gallery I'm working at is closing and I'm not being paid that much. So, I looked for these and found them with molds, barely hanging there.

I said to myself before that these aren't important, my parents never came and so I just shrugged them away too. I told everyone that it is just a piece of paper, but if I really was to be honest about myself, I was jealous. I was jealous of my schoolmates always having someone with them on the stage, supporting them even from a far. I pitied myself and I didn't want to show it. I hated that part of being alone but I also told myself that maybe this is a part of growing up, so I just accept that fact. These are just pieces of papers, and those ceremonies I knowingly missed were boring and unimportant. Because, my family is not there and no matter how I try to show off, or to do things that might make them proud of me- they missed it. 

But then I found these now. I realized that these are truly just some papers, but they are something I never thought will decay. I regretted not complaining then. I should've told them it is important, but it is too late for that now.