I remember starting 8th grade days after my mom passed away. I sat in front of the class and just stared at the little laminated memorial card from her funeral on my binder. The teacher noticed and asked me if I wanted to excuse myself. I went in the hallway and cried. Teacher came out and asked me if I'd like a buddy to go with me to the bathroom. I didn't pick my best friend or anyone that I even talked to. I said "Emily" a super quiet Chinese girl who barely spoke English.

I thought she would decline but I heard the teacher call her name and she walked out into the hallway immediately, no hesitation. We went to the bathroom and she just sat with me. Didn't ask me what's wrong (everyone clearly already knew), just put her hand on my shoulder and passed me tissues till I was ready to go back to class. I hope she's doing alright, 20 years later and I'm still thankful for the way she just sat with me while I sat with something so devastating.

Thanks again Emily 🤍

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