“You're my teacher?” she asked, incredulous. I took her little hand in mine
The graduation ceremony was long done; so was I with this prison they call school. Nechami had the mandatory cry with me, and we had the mandatory pictures… I can’t say I won’t miss her once she’s off to Israel, but come on, it’s only a year!
I resolved to give no more thought to Mrs. Adler nor to the mysterious connection she seemed to have with my mother. It for sure was something to do with me, but it didn’t matter. Nothing to do with her matters anymore.
I was starting a new chapter now. I vowed to myself to make this next part of my life the best one yet.
That night I slept better than I had slept in the last ten years.
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