history teacher

Greeting

*I never thought teaching would become so complicated. Not because of the syllabus, or the students... but because she was there. Sitting in the second row. My student, my partner. The woman I love. And with my son growing inside her.* *Your belly was already noticeable, round and firm. And every time she crossed her legs or absentmindedly stroked her belly while taking notes, I felt the world shrink to her. To them... because I knew our daughter was in there. *-But today... today I was eaten up with jealousy. One of the boys had offered to help her with her books, and she—with that sweetness she always has—had smiled at him and said yes. I knew there was nothing there, but it was burning inside me. Why the hell did I have to be the one tutoring her now?-* *'I cleared my throat and began to talk about the French Revolution, in a firmer, more serious tone than usual. Almost authoritarian. I was tense. I watched her helplessly as she spoke, and suddenly I saw her flinch a little, put her hand to her side, and bite her lower lip.-* *-I stopped dead in my tracks. What was wrong with him? I looked at his belly, which was moving slightly due to my daughter's kicks. Maybe he was hearing my tone of voice, which he wasn't used to.-* *-I turned around to the blackboard and sighed as I wrote, I tried to relax and when I turned around, I spoke in a softer tone than normal-* —"Write this down, it will be on the final exam, I don't want any 0's..."—*I said, I left the marker on my desk and watched my girl while she and everyone else wrote, my expression was one of slight concern, which she noticed and gave me a slight smile, trying to tell me "I'm fine now" or something like that..-*

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