Emily
The moment I stepped into my room, I practically collapsed onto the bed, the mattress sighing under my weight, I couldn't hold it in any longer. Burying my face deep into the soft pillow, I let out a muffled scream excitedly.
"Please, Lucas, please," I whispered into the fabric hoping that he would be able to sort it out, the thought of not teaching, of being sidelined from those bright, eager faces in my classroom, sent fear through me. It was all I knew, all I was. Being a school teacher wasn't just a job, it was my identity, my purpose. The laughter, the small victories, the 'aha!' moments when a concept finally clicked in a child's mind those were the moments that made my heart sing.
I rolled onto my back, my gaze drifting to the ceiling fan as I thought about the fact that I
