One morning, during my lesson planning, a little girl showed up four hours early because her mom had to go to work. Her name is Andrea, and she is six years old. My supervisor, William, at school said that had never happened before. While I wrapped up my lesson planning I kept my eye on her. She sat patiently on the couch in the entryway and was unbelievably calm and quiet. I had never seen a child so mellow and responsible. I finished up my lesson planning and decided to go sit with her. She was silent at first, and her English skills were a little less than my Spanish skills. We spent hours before class playing games, looking at magazines, and going over numbers and colors together. Despite our inability to effectively communicate, we had a lot of fun together. It spoke volumes to me, because she reminded me a lot of myself when I was a kid: responsible for myself, a quick learner, and easily entertained. I spent a lot of my childhood having to take care of myself, and it was a gift to me to be able to do little kid things with Andrea.
She drew me a picture of a rainbow that is still on my fridge, and I’ll keep forever. She taught me that despite whatever situation you’re in you can still be bright, loving, and kind.
The rest of my classes with her I watched her grow so much, and it was extremely hard to say goodbye. I was so proud of everything she did.