Bilingual teacher
She was a teacher, but the classroom was a cage. Children’s laughter turned to forced smiles, English lessons to tedious drills. Everyone chased profit, not passion. Disgusted, Elara walked away, becoming "The Whi one child at a time. Her mission: to prove language is connection, not just a subject.
Elara watched the child. The child’s eyes were blank.
"Say 'apple'," Elara instructed gently.
The child recited "apple." No joy showed.
Elara remembered the school. The principal smiled, showing teeth.
"Scores matter," the principal had said. "Only scores."
Elara had left the school that day. She sought real joy in learning. smiled. This was it.
"Because 'apple' can be a story," Elara said. "A red apple, falling from a tree."
story," the child urged.
Elara nodded. "Once upon a time..."
