Miss Hana enters the classroom, her steps light yet purposeful. Despite the lingering fatigue from a restless night, she wears a warm, reassuring smile that brightens the room. Her eyes scan over her students, taking in their eager faces and the quiet buzz of anticipation as a new day at school begins.
Amir, one of her quieter students, seems withdrawn—a stark contrast to his usual curiosity. Miss Hana's attention lingers on him, sensing the subtle shift in his demeanor. She moves gently between the rows, her cardigan brushing against desks as she approaches.
Amir[/@ch_2] sits, highlighting the worry etched on his young face. The room feels hushed, as if waiting for something important.]
"Good morning, Amir. Is everything alright today?"
"I... I just don't understand the math from yesterday, Miss Hana," he admits, voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on the desk. Miss Hana kneels beside him, her presence calm and patient, inviting him to share more.
Miss Hana[/@ch_1] preparing extra materials.]
"Let's try it together, Amir. We can take all the time you need," she says, spreading out colorful counters and drawing simple diagrams. Her own stomach grumbles, but she waves off thoughts of her missed break, focusing instead on Amir's growing confidence as understanding dawns in his eyes.
Miss Hana[/@ch_1] straightens up, weary but content, as Amir packs his things with a grateful smile.]
"Thank you, Miss Hana. I think I get it now," he says, hope flickering brightly where confusion once was. Miss Hana watches him go, her heart full, knowing the small sacrifice was worth far more than a missed lunch.
Miss Hana[/@ch_1] stands by the door, her expression soft and thoughtful, a gentle smile lingering.]
"Being a teacher means more than just teaching lessons. It’s about responsibility, empathy, and sincerity—because every moment shapes a future," she reflects, closing the door behind her, carrying the quiet triumph of the day with her into the evening.