Later
While I worked at the grocery store, my third grade teacher came in. She went through my line with a forlorn expression. I said hello, and she asked how old I was now. I told her I was 18, and she started to cry. She told me she was so happy I had made it to adulthood.
She went through my line with a forlorn expression. I said hello, and she asked how old I was now. She told me she was so happy I had made it to adulthood. I told her I was 18, and she started to cry. While I worked at the grocery store, my third grade teacher came in.