There is a little girl in Alex's class who I just want to bring home. Her shirts are normally on backward, her hair doesn't look like it has been brushed, her clothes are often to big. I just want to bring her home with me and love on her. I told her this week that I was proud of her and it was like she grew a little, she stood a little straighter. It was almost like she had never heard this words directed to her. Now, I don't know what is going on at home, but it sounds like she gets lost in the shuffle. Every time I'm in there I try to tell her at least one positive thing. I try to help her out with her work. But, I can only do so much.
This is why I can't teach anymore. I would want to bring them home and love on them.
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