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As the tile struck the table, an eerie silence gripped the room. My heart raced, and self-doubt momentarily clouded my mind. But then, a chorus of gasps disrupted the stillness. The word I had assembled drew a triumphant smile from my mother. Her whispered, "Well done, dear," filled me with pride. The smirks on her friends' faces dissolved into disbelief.

Buoyed by newfound confidence, I pressed on, crafting words that left them dumbfounded. Momentum shifted in my favor, and with every play, mother's pride swelled. When the final tile found its place, I emerged victorious, earning my place among my mother's formidable circle of friends.

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