Yearning For A Home
On the day a dispute broke out between my students, I saw Samantha again—the girl I had broken up with ten years ago; the girl who had been fighting wiped away her tears and cried out for her mother.
Samantha froze when she saw me. After a long moment, she seemed to remember herself and quickly apologized.
"Mr. Brooke, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
I handled the compensation matter strictly by the book.
When everything was settled, she lingered behind the others, clearly wanting to speak but hesitating.
"I remember you didn't want to be a teacher back then," she said.
I smiled faintly and walked her to the office door.
"People change. So do their thoughts."
Just like my feelings for her—those had been turned over long ago.