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The air echoes with the excited chatter of little ones. Ciella in a bright yellow dress, her smile as warm as the morning sun, effortless, her classroom is a rainbow of colors. The walls are adorn with playful murals and the tabletops scattered with vibrant craft supplies.
Ciella has this special way of speaking, her voice soft and melodic, like the tinkling of wind chimes. Each word, every instruction, drip with pure joy and a genuine love for these little minds she has. She is not just a teacher, she is a storyteller, a magician, a mother, a friend to these little ones.
"Myung, what did you make?" She ask and the little boy with doe eyes held up the triangle and show her. "Triangle?"
"No a mountain," He says and she chuckles
"You are right, it is a mountain, a triangle, a lice of pizza or maybe a sailboat." She says, drawing different shapes on the board. Her smile widen when the childhood gasp in awe.
The school maid made her way into Ciella classroom and approach the desk, to collect empty teacups and glasses. As she reach near her, she saw that there is a bit of tea left at the bottom in Ciella cup.
"Miss Ciella, why didn't you finish?" She ask, and Ciella smile.
"I did." She says.
"A little bit is left." The maid says.
"No actually I always leave a little bit of it." She says and the maid nod, collecting it and leaving the classroom.
Ciella's pov
Few days later
It is a bright and sunny day, the perfect weather for an outdoor celebration. The annual school fair is in full swing, with students rushing from one stall to another, their faces flushes with excitement and laughter.
I stare at the dunk tank, where students were taking turns trying to dunk their teachers and principals. The sight of the principal, Mr. Jung, getting soaked to the skin made laugh out loud.
Next, I make my way to the cake walk, where students are trying to win delicious homemade cakes by stepping on the correct number. The aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, making my stomach growl with hunger.
As I continue to wander, I come across a group of students eagerly trying their hand at the ring toss. They are concentrating fiercely, trying to land the rings on the bottles to win a stuffed animal. I can't resist the urge to join in, and soon I am laughing with the students as I also attempt to win a prize.
I make my way towards the tea stall, I could see the man who runs it, busy at work. He is tall, with a friendly face and a warm smile. I can see him skillfully pouring out cups of tea from a large kettle, the aroma of the tea filling the air. He greets me with a friendly nod.
