My last day at school came quite quickly and it was a sad affair indeed. I had prepared myself for the goodbyes but looking back I should have taken the afternoon off. Some children kept on asking, through the day, why I was leaving while a little girl in my class kept on coming to me and hugging me. I looked at their little faces, trying to take it all in as if storing memories for future use, not being really useful, feeling in the way and already somewhere else. I wish I could have taken one or two, the ones I know haven't got a good deal at home.
When it was time to leave I could feel my throat tighten and a huge wave of sadness washed over me. I ran away more than walked out, with for last memory little E. calling me, standing at the door in his suit smiling, his bag in one hand and waving with the other.
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