Love without puppet strings

[The People]

I also had a teacher in grade 5, just as I hit puberty and my sister was being drawn into her own children's lives. Mrs. M was wonderful. She recognized my intelligence, especially in writing, she never played favourites in class and I am sure that she sensed my sensitivity but in those days nobody dreamed re what it was about. Still, I didn't want to be centred out. I just wanted to be a kid. She allowed me to do that.