Unforgettable Memory

I still remember the first time I started teaching. There was that little boy that was always standing near the window looking outside. I asked him many times to sit in his place, but he refused. I tried to make him engaged in my class but with no use. I didn't know what to do. He refused to do anything except looking out from the window. Until I discovered that his parents were divorced and put him in the orphanage without seeing him or taking him home even on summer vacation. He felt that he was in prison and missed them. School and lessons meant nothing to him, and I couldn't blame him at that time; he was a lonely little boy. That's why he was standing all the time beside the window. After this, I tried harder to encourage him to participate in our discussions and activities; I sometimes succeeded in letting him enjoy the session and making him smile. Still, most of the time, I didn't. I wish there was a happy ending for this story, but unfortunately, there wasn't. Next year I didn't see him, I asked about him, and they told me that the school administrator asked his parents to come and take him during weekends at least and they refused so maybe they took him to another place. Till now, when I remember him, I feel pain in my heart. I wish I could help him, but at that time, there was no phycologist at the school, and I didn't have enough experience to deal with such a case. I wish life wasn't so hard on him.