A shy child

I came into class and the man who sits behind me was missing from his seat – his backpack was there so I waited.

When he came in I gave him the notes I promised him. He smiled and suddenly I felt weird.

Such a small gesture, so out of my comfort zone.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s