My brother Patrick sat on his bed and waited patiently for me to begin. As I held the speech in my right hand, I felt the page crinkle between my fingertips. I read my speech loudly, but my brother shook his head disapprovingly. He told me I didn't sound confident enough. With a heavy heart, I knew I was in for a long day of practicing.

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Patrick: "Come on, sis, you gotta believe in yourself. Show some confidence!"

Sister: "I'll keep practicing, but it's hard when I'm so nervous."

Patrick: "Just keep trying. You'll get the hang of it. I believe in you."