"Mr. Cheney, I accidentally splashed some water on my pajamas when I turned on the faucet." Ouch!"
As Jasmine Yale was walking out of the bathroom, she wiped the droplets of water from her pajamas.
Sylvan Cheney returned her draft paper to its original place and slowly looked up.
"This faucet is too high-tech, this is the third time this has happened. I need to change my pajamas, it's so cold."
Having said that, Jasmine started walking toward the wardrobe.
"How can you be so clumsy? Hmm?" Sylvan looked at her.
Unhappy about choosing new pajamas, Jasmine muttered, "It's clear that your faucet is the problem, how is it my fault? Alright, alright, I'm clumsy, I admit it."
Even the smartest person can become dumb if constantly told so from childhood.
"I've never met anyone like you, always calling me stupid. My mom never called me stupid, she always praised me for being smart." Jasmine grumbled.
Before she turned eight, her mother would always gently compliment her.