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Teacher
By TornPieces
Dear journal.
today is 1997..I am seven years old, and I am
in the second grade.
Sometimes I get in trouble..because, I
look out the window too much.
I look at the pictures of the
people inside the picture frames at the store with my mommy..
the mommies in those pictures hold you..and the daddys carry you on their
shoulders.
My teacher looks like the lady in those pictures.
She hangs up my pictures and tells me she loves me. She hugs me
and says I am special.
When it is time to go home, I want
to pretend I will go home with my teacher.
my mommy and daddy
are scary.
Teacher.
you are my family.
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Copyright 2012 TornPieces
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A former member wrote:
This was really sad, but I know that exact feeling. I had a kindergarten teacher who I loved! I used to visit him till I graduated high school, I hated home. I wish I had a dad like my kindergarten teacher, but my sad was never there for me. I really loved this! It was amazing!
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A former member wrote:
Got me right through the heart. Automatic 10. I love this: the innocent tone, the build up of context to drive those last few lines into my head..
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