He holds his coffee as if it is a gift from God. This gift was never extended to me or any of the other foreign teachers. But watching him wait patiently for the coffee to drip slowly into his cup, like a child supervising their mother baking cupcakes, I felt like I too was able…
“I love you more and more.” “I love you more and more.” “I love you more and more.” He just kept saying that.
If you were ever wondering the real sound of summer, it’s the sound of cicadas screaming YAS at the top of their lungs.
Day 250: I got to see him behave normally today. Let me explain. I needed to wash my hands, but he was in there filling up a cup with water, pouring it out, then filling it again. This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen too. He didn’t care at all that other people might…
There was a childhood sparkle in his eyes.
Day 180: This is just a normal day for me.
Like all stories written by women, my story is about a boy. But, don’t worry, like all my stories, it’s nothing sexual.