Sunday, April 3, 2016
One of the little girls I teach Wing Chun just moved up a grade this week, which means I won’t be her usual teacher anymore.
Before the class, she hung around with her arms twisted behind her back, just out of my line of sight, nervously digging her toe into the floor. Her mother explained that it’s because she really likes me and wants me to keep being her teacher.
It was the sweetest thing.