Nghe An: A touching letter to a former teacher

(Baonghean.vn) - In recent days, on the Vinh3 Confessions page of generations of students from Le Viet Thuat High School (Vinh City), many people have expressed their emotions at the letter from a former student to his former homeroom teacher.

Le Viet Thuat High School - Photo: Internet.

...The other day I accidentally read a confession from a former student to her. That showed me that if I wanted to express my feelings but didn't have enough confidence to say it, I could only do like that former student. On the outside, I was a surprisingly confident person, always active and smiling. But on the inside, I was extremely shy, so I never said sweet words or anything affectionate to her.

My teacher is my teacher, my counseling center, my psychologist, my mother and my friend. Those nouns only concretize my clumsy expression, because to talk about her, I think a student like me cannot have enough vocabulary to describe. My teacher is very gentle, very simple, very cute, very attractive and sometimes also... very scary.

With her small figure, hidden in it is a boundless love for her students. Maybe I am a bit selfish and arbitrary when calling her my teacher, but I am sure that to everyone, my teacher is still wonderful. Surely my student life was lucky, joyful, happy and...yes, with her.

I don't paint her image, I don't exaggerate it, because she is more than that. She gives me a sense of life, helps me forget the past, helps me define the present and gives me colors to sketch the future. Without her, I probably can't imagine what I would be like. I would be a gamer, a child rejected by my family or a child shunned by society.

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....I should probably write down her feelings for me in a notebook. She never gave me any illusions, she never complimented me even once in front of me, she often glared at me, often teased me and sometimes even scolded me... But I know, all those actions prove that she always cares for me, worries about me and loves me.

She trusted me, she gave me opportunities. Perhaps, I could not imagine the power of that trust. I was always afraid that with my stubbornness I would disappoint her. Therefore, I tried to hide myself, not to absorb or reveal, I wanted to give good opportunities to other friends, so that she would not be upset. However, she made me understand and always believed that I could do it.

Then, the result of my real effort came at the end. Due to some family issues, I think both she and I are probably satisfied with the result. But really, I always wish, wish that time could go back so that I could start earlier, do better and realize her feelings for me sooner. I wish I had enough confidence and said: "I'm sorry!".

Over time, the teacher-student relationship grew stronger. But with my secretive nature, I didn't like to show it. Because I hated flattery, sometimes I felt heartless and cold. That's why I never showed my affection for her, only showing her: "it's normal". More than the image of a teacher, I always considered her as a friend and sometimes as my mother. However, when she gave me many things, I never really got serious and said from the bottom of my heart: "Thank you!".

From the bottom of my heart, I just want to say: "I owe you!" And perhaps I will never be able to repay you in this lifetime. Just be normal, but like this I owe you a wholehearted debt. I wish I could tell you: "Thank you and I'm sorry. Thank you for the sacred love you have for a naughty child, thank you for the trust you once gave me. But I'm sorry! I'm sorry for my indifference and carelessness and I'm sorry for giving me the opportunity, but it's just a pity that maybe it didn't come at the right time."

Now I just wish to go back to that day, to be a Vinh 3 student, to be her student, to be surrounded by happy friends, not having to worry about anything.... That is the wish to be with her, to meet her and live in her love... I think no matter where I am, there will always be someone by my side. I am proud, satisfied and happy to be her little student...!

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