Teacher's day
I just called my high school classmates. They went to our teacher’s house for the Vietnamese teacher’s day. I'm glad they still remember me. I'm glad I can see them. The call only lasted 5 minutes. There were so many things I wanted to say, but my emotions kept me from speaking. I realized that my friends all had their own lives and new friends. They were still my high school friends, but I felt a little distant. Maybe because people's hearts have gradually filled with more people. My teacher is still the same, still has the same loving eyes as every day. Even though he is no longer our homeroom teacher, he still considers us as his children. How should I say this? This is the first time my class meets after graduation, and I can't attend; I can only watch them through my phone. Looking at familiar images of classmates laughing and joking with each other, I suddenly realized that I used to be like that. I used to be the class monitor. A meeting with the old teacher t