The voices from the classes pierce my office as I sit and reflect on my time home and the year ahead of me.
I hear the teachers reading out midterm questions to the students. I hear the children echoing back their readied answers. I hear laughter and excitement at the thought of a job well done.
It's good to be back. To see the sweet faces. To savor the hugs and kisses and hands of my little ones.
I look out over my school...it's hallways filled with the voices of children...the future. I feel blessed to be called into this place.
I'm back.
I hear the teachers reading out midterm questions to the students. I hear the children echoing back their readied answers. I hear laughter and excitement at the thought of a job well done.
It's good to be back. To see the sweet faces. To savor the hugs and kisses and hands of my little ones.
I look out over my school...it's hallways filled with the voices of children...the future. I feel blessed to be called into this place.
I'm back.
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