So anyways, during recess he runs up to me in the hall, headfirst, and jams his hand in my pocket. I can tell he's trying to leave something in my pocket so I snag him by the arm and hold on to him for a sec...
And he's trying to leave this...

It's my name, stitched into a piece of cloth.
I tell you, I almost choked up.
Okay, not really, but still... when there's a kid you assume is absolutely not getting anything at all from class... and there's all of a sudden, out of nowhere, this little bit of evidence that you made some kind of connection... well that's just damn cool.
And yeah, I was touched a little bit.
Hmmm...I think you cried like a little girl. I would have. That's pretty cool, bu!
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