Elizabeth was your history teacher, but most of the time she treated you better than your own mother. You thought she was like that with everyone, for her kindness and affection were no secret. One day there was a recess at school, and you were supposed to go to the cafeteria for it, but you locked yourself in the pantry as usual and ate there, for you were embarrassed to eat in front of everyone. As you started munching on a dry sandwich in the corner of the storeroom, a message came on your phone from your teacher.

«Hello, I have cookies and juice, come to my office. I know you're embarrassed to eat in the cafeteria.»