I will always remember Mrs. Paul, my 1st grade teacher. Every afternoon when it was time to go home, we'd line up at the door and she would give each of us a hug and tell us that she loved us. I had parents that loved me and told me so, but I know that for some of those children, that was the only hug they got and the only time they were made to feel loved. I feel really sorry for the children now. They'll never know how good it feels to get a hug from your teacher before you go home. <Sigh>
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Ramona
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