After a while, the girl had gotten a little older, and said she wanted to learn my job. She wanted to help me do my work, so she could save people like I had saved her. I had to tell her the truth: my job wasn’t like that, and I did bad things, too. I thought that would scare her off, but it didn’t. She still wanted to learn.
There was something about her determination to do good that broke me.
She felt like a daughter to me, and the feeling was mutual—she had started to call me “dad.” I wanted to make sure she would be safe when I wasn’t around anymore, so I decided to start teaching her. That was how my career as a teacher began. I had started somewhat reluctantly, but once I finally got going, I absolutely loved it. Seeing my students grow was an incredible feeling.
But then, after
