One afternoon when my 5-year-old daughter returned from school, she was not in a normal bounce. She did not jump into my arms as usual. She stood at the door, silent, her little fingers clutching her school bag.Her eyes searching mine for something, for reassurance, for truth. I knelt down beside her, hugged her tight and asked, "What happened, sweetheart?" She hesitated. She leaned in and whispered a question in my ears which shattered my heart into pieces.Mama, am I really a zero. That was not just a ques ...