One Less Cutie



Oh, I'm heartbroken. My favorite student is moving to Tokyo. Haruna was the first child I fell in love with here in Japan. And now she's leaving me. I got teary eyed when her mother told me today would be her last class. Watching Haruna do the Hokey Pokey always makes me smile. She adores me, as much as I adore her. She watches every move I make and is always willing to try anything I ask of her. I've seen her on the street and she screams "Hello, Sensei" and smiles and waves so hard I was afraid her arm would fall off. Her last words to me as she was waving were "I love you, Sensei. I miss you, Sensei." I'll miss you too, Haruna.
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