I hung up the phone, after talking to yet another young teacher who received a layoff notice. I had to tell her I can't make the District make better decisions. Turning to my desk, needing to staple her paperwork together, I reached for the stapler that I brought back from San Antonio after Daddy died.
It was his stapler. He touched it with his own hands.
I broke down, clutching it to my chest for comfort.
It's just a stapler, but I needed my Daddy so much.
There are 70 bright, young, talented teachers out there needing their Daddies now, too.
3 comments:
Oh hon I am so sorry for you and all those young teachers. It seems to me that education should be on of the things that should not suffer in these times. Please try to hang in.
Sounds like you are having a rough time. It is a bad time for so many. I hope you can find comfort any way you can. The stitchng looks great. I love those colors!
I am sad for you. Sometimes we must tell others something they don't want to hear. And when it comes to your loss...I know I shouldn't say this, but let the tears come. Don't be ashamed. I'm emotional person, and when I cry and say how sorry I am I always burst in tears, my friends say I've nothing to be ashamed of.
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