17/04/2025
Somehow, along the way, you stopped being “just” our teachers. Maybe it was the way you knew when to push and when to pause, or how your dynamic—equal parts chaos and care—made even the dullest days feel bearable. Maybe it was because your room always felt a little less like school and a little more like home.
We joke about calling you Mom and Dad, but the truth is, that’s exactly how it felt. Not because you spoiled us (you didn’t), but because you showed up for us—consistently, patiently, and with the kind of love that didn’t need to be said out loud to be felt.
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣, 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙, 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣.
