“You are Mrs. Offereins, aren’t you?” It’s been a long time since I had him in high school. The boy has become a man. I don’t recognize him right away. When I meet former students, I always have some reserve. How are their memories of my lessons? Did we get along at the time? “I always drew a heart at the top of my test paper and when I got it back, you had colored that heart in red.”
After all these years, neither of us have ever forgotten that.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of February 14, 2023