It was the last day of school before the spring holiday, and many of my students were eager to head out to the schoolyard. They saw the approaching break as a perfect excuse to escape lessons. But the truth is, we still had material to cover, and school rules didn’t allow them to go outside just yet. A coming holiday doesn’t automatically mean free time. I gently reminded them that they would have plenty of time to rest soon. Thankfully, they understood.
After class, I went home—but had to return to school shortly after because I’d forgotten a few containers of school milk. I really don’t like wasting things, and since no one else needed them, I brought them home. I try to value even the simplest, cheapest things. Otherwise, the doorman would have just thrown them away. I ended up saying goodbye to my students for the second time that day.
The afternoon brought something even more exciting. We went to the gynecologist for an ultrasound check-up. Our baby was doing great—sucking her thumb and likely fast asleep. It was the sweetest sight. What a relief and what a joy to see her safe and sound.
The holiday couldn’t have started on a more heartwarming note.