When I finally I did receive my medal, it was from a junk dealer's place (where I found it) as a thoroughly rejected piece of crap. It had lost its luster. But I still took it.
At home I kept in on the mantelshelf along with my other achievements. I saw this one as my biggest prize ever. To me it was the remainder of the dream I once had. And it was mine after all.
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