My high school friend

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She loves mathematics. She loves to teach. Now she is a principal in a public school and still very much involved in helping the students to get enough knowledge about mathematics. She loves what she is doing. I still have all the little notes she has given me way back then in high school. One of the things I cherished is a paper recycled mug from Japan that she gave me. The mug have made our connection alive and would remind me of her every morning. We did not see each other for a long time and it was only in 2002 that we had a reunion after so many years. I can still remember that one fine rainy morning during high school, (all the students are standing in front of a stage in which we are required to sing the national anthem every morning)we are not on the same class and she was on the third row, and she passed on a cute envelope and inside was a nicely cut paper with a poem that was entitled "To a special someone". Here how it goes....

at times when i feel lost,
cannot cope with the heavy
burden of the hort, you…
encourage me to keep on,
make things seem easy to bear
during days when I’m sad,
when things go rough,
you devoted your time
for listening to me,
lending a shoulder cry on,

in moments of vague emptiness,
you reach out for me,
touching chords of music in my heart
in happiness you share my delight,
and in sorrow you are always there….
ready to comfort me just like a lost child
i find solace at the warm assurance
of your sturdy arms,
forgetting worries for a while
and believing only that your nearness
can make everything right for both
you and me!

I hope she’s okay and happy, I miss her laugh, jokes and her voice.