Marigold garlands from little kids.
Today, a girl steamed and looked from the outside of the room. After a while, opened the fuzzy door, walked in with the garlands. Marigold came in and sat down to the ground, stood with the garlands. We turned our eyes and thought in our hearts. Oh, this kid we asked for during the day from a group of friends who came to pay homage to us. When we looked at this kid's face, it made us worry about whether he was safe from the society, the environment he was in, the body, the mescaline, the short skirt, the fuzzy hair, the student's pocket, fell down and said,
👩🏻 I can't find the teacher.
The teacher smiled.
Originally, I was a homeroom teacher in grade 1. I lived with my grandmother and two aunt women. They will take good care of my grandchildren. Currently, students are in grade 5. We come to know rice again. I am not with my grandmother anymore. I live with my father.
And the new mother with the stepdaughter, we were even more worried, but we said,
What? Who did what? Tell me or the classroom teacher.
Take good care of yourself, treat yourself well...# Teacher Wai Day




















































































