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She was the first person to call me by my full name. Even my family called me by my nickname ‘Sephie.’ But Mrs. Hart always used my full name: ‘Sephora Woldu.’ And that’s a big deal when you’re a second grader. For the first time it got me thinking: ‘Who is Sephora Woldu?’ One afternoon she gave our entire class a writing prompt. ‘Tell about your weekend,’ or something like that. I ended up writing this long story about breaking my mother’s chair– the good chair, that she kept wrapped in plastic. Mexico lesbian couple I choose you poster. Ms. Hart gave me four out of four stars. Then she laminated my story and showed it on the overhead projector. When she read it to the entire class– it was such a powerful feeling. For the first time I realized that my writing could live outside of my homework. I could create a story that was bigger than me. And after that I fell in love with it. I began to write my own little books. And Mrs. Hart always encouraged me. She would correct my grammar, and make suggestions. But always– she told me I was a good writer. At the end of the year my family moved away. I gave my new address to a few of my teachers, but Mrs. Hart is the only one who wrote. I remember how surprised I was to get her letter.
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I gave my new address to a few of my teachers, but Mrs. Hart is the only one who wrote. I remember how surprised I was to get her letter. She wrote to me like a peer. And she always addressed the letters with my full name. We remained pen pals over the years. It wasn’t a regular thing. Just once or twice a year. But she sent me letters all the way through high school. I have no idea how she found the time. It wasn’t like I was her favorite student or anything. But she still found time to write. Personalized shark welcome delicious doormat. And it wasn’t just me, either. She kept in touch with so many different people. It’s like I was part of some grander tradition. Last year I published my first book through a small independent press. And one of the first things I wanted to do was give a copy to Mrs. Hart, so I wrote her an email. And we agreed to meet for a walk near my old elementary school. She brought along some of the letters I’d written her over the years. When she showed them to me, I asked her: ‘Why me? Why did you keep writing to me?’ ‘I write to a lot of people,’ she said. ‘But not everyone writes back. And you’re one of the ones who writes back.