Rose
A lot of parents say that they love all their children, but they just hold different rooms in their hearts. I think it is the same as teaching. Every child in my class affects me. If they are sick, I worry about them. If they are sad, I feel it too. If they are happy, my own happiness is magnified. But it can be hard out here, where I am so aware of the living conditions, the social situation, the statistics.
Rose is one child that I have been particularly concerned about. She is withdrawn in class, doesn’t play with the other students and it took weeks before I heard her unsure voice. I often caught her watching every movement I made around the classroom, but she looked away before I could make eye contact. I often wake at night with ideas about how I could build trust enough for her to interact.
