Teresa’s POV
I gathered together the items for my last parent-teacher conference. This one should be a breeze. David Snow is one of my most promising students. He is so mature for his age and very intelligent. He already knows what job he wants when he grows up, in a very serious way. It’s not like other kids, oh I’m gonna be a fireman, or an astronaut, no. This child is dedicated to entering the fish and game department of Alaska’s government. I believe he has some family in it. I’m sure he greatly admires someone that is in that department already. No doubt he’s been to tour the government building and was inspired. Of course, this is all just my speculation based on my observation of him and the conversations I’ve had with him, though more through my observation since he is not too chatty about his life in general. But he seems to have a good life, at least that’s my hope for all my kids. No one should need to live their lives in fear, especially a small child. That’s why I’m here so far from home because I wanted my child to have a good life away from the fears that plagued my life before. A little more than a year ago I left my hometown of Dallas, TX. My parents helped me escape my life and help me to have the opportunity of starting a new one. It took me two months to settle in properly. I found a cute loft apartment, got myself my SUV to make sure I'm able to stay mobile and found this job at the school. They had been having trouble finding a replacement for the second-grade teacher they recently lost, going through many substitutes. Luckily I have a teaching certificate, although I hadn’t had the opportunity of teaching yet because I got pregnant with my Ruben so soon after graduating. Though with how my situation became I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually go back to work. I am registered with school with my formal name but asked if I can be registered online as Tere Sanchez. So my school email and in the school directory and under staff I am Tere.
I hear a knock. I turn to the door with a small window that views the classroom and waves them inside. There is just one person with David. And he is by far one of the most handsome people I’ve ever seen, yes people because I swear his looks could beat out some women. God, I hope I’m not staring too much at him. I greet them and extend my hand to who I assume is his father, “Hello Mr. Snow, my name is Ms. Sanchez. I’m David’s teacher. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He takes my hand with both hands and cups my hand like it’s the most precious object but doesn’t speak, just looks at me with eyes that seem to be filled with pure joy. He must be happy to hear about his son’s accomplishments. David speaks first “Ms. Sanchez, this is my older brother Ezekiel. I apologize because it seems he has lost his words.” He turns to his brother and nudges him lightly then closes his eyes and bows his head slightly -he is so cute. I think to myself. His brother also seems to have closed his eyes to give himself a moment to gather himself. “Oh, well brother Snow, then?” I joke to relieve any awkwardness he may feel. He then gives me a deep melodious chuckle. Man his reactions are making me feel bashful, this man is too good looking for his good!