When I was in fifth grade, my mom began working at my school as a teaching assistant. She attended to classroom needs, assisted with routine tasks like grading papers and making copies, and occasionally stood in as a substitute teacher.
I loved it. My classmates came to know my mom by name, greeting her in the halls. Often, we would walk to and from school together as we lived nearby. It was an experience that brought my mom and me closer together and enhanced our relationship. It also filled ou...
Published on February 20, 2025 00:40