you were failing. You had an abusive family. You saw your math teacher as a second mom. A second mom. A. Mom. A distraction. A mom.

you walked into her class. She talked and talked on and on about how she loved her students. She loved you. She loved you.

she loved you.

you decided to walk up to her after class and tell her how you viewed her as a mom. And to your surprise. She viewed you as a daughter/ son. (Edit nd chose.) You stayed after class and sometimes went to her house.

you were sitting in class when she walked past you and gently put a hand on your back. In a loving manner.