Thursday, December 21, 2017
“Daddy, why do you take this photo every year? It’s always the same.”
“Everyone’s a little different after a year, son. There are a few new faces. And some have disappeared.”
When you get older, you become pickier about the people you surround yourself with. When they leave, it’s that much harder to take.
It’s been nearly six months, but the absence of one my teachers could not be felt more than today.
I have other teachers, to be sure, but he was the one who trained me from nothing.
I hope he’s doing okay.