"No, I want to teach her, I want her to come here!" But she never came to our school and the family moved away. I hadn't even thought about them in a few years.
This morning I looked up to see the boy- now a fifth grader- walking into my classroom after a young girl with a sweet smile. It took 4 years but I finally get to teach the little girl I'd always watched in the afternoons. It felt like a wonderful sign that I am exactly where I am suppose to be.