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[oothoona]

A little girl gave my roses from her garden on Friday, to say thank you for teaching her class for seven weeks. I was so touched, I love being given flowers, perhaps even more so when they come from a feisty little miss with big brown eyes. When it came to it, saying goodbye was hard... though it always is.

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[pixie_b]

I've been making a habit of bringing our director flowers from my garden, pretty much each week whilst my garden is blooming. So as I'm walking over to catch the bus I can't help but feel like I'm in primary school again and bringing flowers for my teacher.

And when it comes to the end of a prac, I always thought things like 'Will they remember me?' 'Have I made a positive impact on them?' 'What will they look like as they get older?' I think I still miss some of the children I used to do relief work with. One in particular was this darling little toddler with wild brown curls, bright little eyes and this impish knack for the tease of almost letting you cuddle her when she knows you want it (that classic wait for a while with you asking her for a cuddle, run up then change direction), also that her name was Gemma always grabbed me.