I still remember the first time when two students sent a bunch of flower in my hand, it brought tears to my eyes. I always feel sad at the end of the semester.
This time is worse. I am extremely sad, I just couldn't handle it. I talked and talked at work, then I dreamed and dreamed at night. For a whole week, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I woke up from the dreams.
I really don't want to suffer these kind of pain again, this is definitely not my type of job.
Best wishes to you guys from the deep of my heart.
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