you sensed it
there is no conceivable way that you could have known about my home life
yet
you sensed it
maybe you did not know everything
but
you sensed it
something behind a facade
it was not always a mask i wore, most days i would be happy
you sensed it
no questions were asked
genuine smiles were exchanged every day making things feel better
you sensed it
my change
you knew that i was striving to be better because i started talking in class
at the end of the year
i was sad to say goodbye as were many other of your students
to my erstwhile teacher: thanks for everything
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