Riana's POV:
"Teacher! This one's yours, no scallions or cilantro!"
A student handed me the food first, then hurried off to pass the rest out to their classmates.
The college entrance exam countdown at the back of the classroom had already dipped into double digits.
It had been almost three years since I came back. I'd lead this group of kids from their first year of high school all the way to their final semester.
I grew up in an orphanage.
Four years ago, during the Christmas and New Year season, I went back to the orphanage to volunteer and help out with the holiday events.
A wiring short sparked a fire in the building. I'd rushed in to get the kids to safety and got trapped in the blaze. By the time the firefighters burst through the smoke, I was already out cold.
That was when
