I couldn't breathe. This chapter made me feel so many feelings. The teacher, once emerged in the paragraphs, was like a familiar phase in my life. Soon as I read it, I remembered Mrs DelGuidice. I still remember how to spell her name. The one that felt like a mother outside my house. Miss Kemp was the that to Millie in that moment. Even though "hippy" , completely in tune with who did what. But, at least in my case, the girls stayed at the school and didn't follow me home. Phoebe lives with Milly and this would be quite different. Either way, this chapter brought out some feelings, even some smells, that I remembered and that jotted down into my memory and released a core memory that I have kept dear throughout the years. There have only been a handful of teachers in my life that have made me have this feeling usually teachers would be just that and back in the 90s and the early 2000s I don't know if it was that different, but teachers were not that in tune with what was going on at home. Usually in my case at least, all that I would get was questions that I would, just like Milly, say no it's okay don't worry about it forget it nothing's going on, but this teacher took a different approach. Instead of asking me what's going on, I think she was just in tune with what was going on, and provided the part of my life that was missing through herself as a mother figure, and that is exactly what I needed at that time. This was third grade, and by the time I reach 4th grade, I knew I would never have this again.
On to the next chapter, let's see what's ahead. Onward!
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