I’ve been given expensive jewellery, money, things that cost so much that I’m scared to touch them. But no gift makes me happier than someone taking the time to either make something for me, or write me a note. That’s the gift I will cherish, and I will read those words over and over again until I know them by heart and can see the handwriting in my mind’s eye.

Yesterday, one of my favourite students (aged 6) brought me a little, brightly coloured sunflower made out of soft clay, and a note written in her best English. They are sitting on my desk now, and I don’t think I can describe how happy they make me every time I glance at them.

Simple, heartfelt words on an otherwise worthless scrap of paper. It just makes me happy.


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