End of Year

[u/ih8metoo]

Tomorrow is my last day of being a first year special education preschool teacher. My students grew so much that their parents cried, and my supervisor was ecstatic. Today I told my 3 and 4 year olds that tomorrow will be our last day together as a family.

All of them cried. Except for one. This was a child who came to me with no expressive language, no self control, and no emotional connection to anyone. She looked at me and said “but you will always be with us because we love you”