The Best Reading Teacher
I was seven and I couldn't read a word without getting frustrated and giving up. Most of the class had moved on to proper books and I was still stuck sounding out three-letter words, convinced I was just bad at it.
Mrs. Munster never once made me feel behind. She'd pull her chair up next to mine during quiet reading time, pick a book about dinosaurs because she knew I loved them, and we'd just go slowly, word by word, for as long as it took. By the end of that year I was reading on my own. I became a teacher myself eventually, and I still think about her patience every time a struggling student sits down at my desk.