Post edited 1:42 pm – October 25, 2010 by Haidy the writer
Post edited 11:00 am – October 26, 2010 by Haidy the writer
A young lady with features carrying only 18 years of life always sits in the class, focused on the lessons carved into the blackboard. She believes that every lesson will give her knowledge she needs for a better position in life. Her eyes have only two places to set on, the everyday blackboard and her papers; they have never been distracted unless they need some rest; so they aim at the long experience living inside this small delicate figure, her teacher.
An old lady whose proficiency didn’t keep her humor away, she always smiles even when her students insist on giving wrong answers. The young lady remembers the first time she saw her teacher with wrinkles on her calm face, since then the young lady couldn’t find them anymore. Every time she looks for them, she finds instead a light of happiness and hope dwelling there, as if wrinkles -at that time- paid her a short visit to say: "your teacher is a grandma". The young lady cannot stop wondering when she hears her teacher’s voice: "how did she look like in her twenties!?", when her basket of happiness was full; when the light of her pure soul was sending rays from her eyes. The young lady hasn’t attended a lot of life scenes but she decided to close the door of her pure soul, and now she really wishes for taking the key from her teacher.
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