Last year one of my only students was named Diego. He was 11 years old and he came to class every day and either made my day wonderful or made me want to pull out all my hair, but always completely wore me out. He stole my heart from the beginning even when I would cry over how bad he was. One day he just stopped coming to class. I never knew what happened, why he stopped, although it wasn’t super surprising. I missed him a lot but haven’t seen him since around November. Anyway, on the night of my birthday we were in a taxi going to a restaurant together. As we were driving, there on a corner were Diego and his mother. I yelled his name, and put my hand on the window, but I couldn’t do anything else. The taxi kept moving and he disappeared again. And tears filled my eyes.
Heidi, that made me sad too. Keep looking.
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