It’s been seven years. I hope you still remember me. If not, it’s okay too! I met you when I was in 4th grade and you were my homeroom teacher. I felt scared when I saw you because you looked so serious and it scared me. I remember you had black hair tied up as a ponytail, you were wearing glasses, and your face was always emotionless. At that time, I didn’t realize how your eyes expressed your face, all I felt was my fear of your face. Then, one day, I figured it out. You weren’t as scary as your face looked. You were very gentle and caring to other students.
I still remember the time a student dropped his badminton shuttlecock in the corner of the stairs. It was a dangerous place because it was really high. Anyone could fall down if they dropped something and tried to reach for it. However, that boy risked his life to catch that, even though nothing happened to him, but the other teacher still brought him to the principal’s room. I remember the sadness in your eyes as you asked him, “Is it ok to risk your life just because of the ball?” I realized that your face did not express your soul but your heart did.
My point of view about you changed from that day. Even if there was a time I did something wrong, you didn’t use anything to hit my hands like my other teachers did before. Instead, you asked me to write 10 times the sentence “I won’t skip my gym class again!” There was a time you comforted me when I had a bad grade on my math final exam. That day, my class celebrated a party and you bought a box of egg tarts for everyone. Then you called me and said:
“Honey, don’t be sad! Next year, I believe that you can improve your math grade! So don’t be sad ok, everything will be fine!”
The last thing that I want to say to you is thank you for always supporting and comforting me when I was sad. I miss you, Ms. Uyen!
I love you,