Yearning For A Home

On the day a dispute broke out between my students, I saw Samantha again—the girl I had broken up with ten years ago; the girl who had been fighting wiped away her tears and cried out for her mother.

Samantha froze when she saw me. After a long moment, she seemed to remember herself and quickly apologized.

"Mr. Brooke, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

I handled the compensation matter strictly by the book.

When everything was settled, she lingered behind the others, clearly wanting to speak but hesitating.

"I remember you didn't want to be a teacher back then," she said.

I smiled faintly and walked her to the office door.

"People change. So do their thoughts."

Just like my feelings for her—those had been turned over long ago.

Children's quarrels flare up quickly—and fade just as fast.

The two girls who had been fighting ran off laughing and shoving each other, with the other child's father following behind.

Only Samantha remained, standing where she was, quietly watching me.

Her gaze wasn't intense, but it wasn't calm either.

"How have you been all these years?" she asked.

I treated her the same way I did every other parent and gave a polite nod.

"Teaching is demanding, but the students are fairly well-behaved."

"Lisa's mom," I continued, "you should talk with Lisa more at home. She admitted her mistake this time, but if she hits someone again, the other parents won't let it go so easily."

Her throat moved as she swallowed, then she suddenly changed the subject.

"I mean… these past years, have you ever—"

"Mom!"

Instinctively, I stepped back. Lisa's voice came from the far end of the hallway.

"Come on! Let's go home! Dad will be unhappy if we're late!"

The hand Samantha had raised stopped in midair. My smile didn't change.

"Be careful on the way home, Lisa's mom."

By the time I turned back to my desk, she was already gone.

The math teacher, Thomas Coran, came in from outside and asked casually, "Lisa got into another fight?"

My pen paused over the stack of homework. "Another?"

"Oh, right—I forgot you just transferred here. Lisa is the troublemaker in Class Three," he said.

"She gets into trouble almost every week and has to call her parents in. But her attitude is great—she cries and admits her mistakes every time, even hits herself to show remorse. Then next time, she does it all over again.

"I really don't know how her parents raised her."

I frowned and pulled out Lisa's file.

Mother: Samantha Blakely

Father: Zane Schindler

"You know Paranoma Tech in the city center? That's her mom's company," Thomas said. "Her dad runs an art gallery. Both are highly educated—one's an entrepreneur, the other an artist. All the buffs stacked up, and they still ended up with a little troublemaking demon."

He clicked his tongue helplessly and handed me another form.

"Oh, right—the director said you have yet to fill in your family details. He