When I was in 1st-4th grade, I did enrichment (reading & writing) with the sweetest woman I knew.
One day towards the end of 4th grade, she said she wasn't going to be at school for the rest of the year, but we could work on our stories in class and finish them there.The year finished like that.
When I came back in 5th grade, I learned that she died of cancer.She had done enrichment with (I think) 4 of my classmates and me, one of which since 1st grade like me.
I broke down on my way to computer class towards the end of 5th grade because I forgot what the enrichment teacher's voice sounded like.I still think about here a lot and owe all of my writing skills to her, as she was the one who took something I could do and turned into a talent and a passion.
Rest in peace.
This is still agonizingly painful some days and I sometimes go to her old room to talk to her, but I'm finally moving forward.
I'd like to imagine that she knows about this book and how I'm doing.
I hope that she's proud of me now that I do a lot of writing and continue improving.
Sometimes I can feel her there, encouraging me to go on. Writing this sentence and the previous one is one of those times.
Love you all. Have a good night. <3
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