A few months ago, I helped my little brother prepare for a big competition. I wrote his speech, coached him for hours, and stayed up late perfecting every word. When he finally delivered it, he won first place. I was so proud. But then something happened that broke my heart. When people asked him who helped him prepare, he didn’t mention me. Instead, he said, “My teacher.” I stood there, smiling on the outside but crushed inside. I didn’t want credit to brag, I just wanted to feel seen. To kn...