I remember that dreadful day in April of my sophomore year of high school. It was the last semester and I was starting a brand new school 2 hours away from where I grew up. I was so terrified, my anxiety was making me want to vomit, but I met you. I remember meeting you as the "crazy lady in the basement." I remember thinking, this crazy lady in the basement is the only reason I made it through that first day.

All the times I struggled in school whether it was academically, socially, emotionally or my home situation, you always made sure I was okay. I will never forget the pair of shoes you got for me when I didn't have a pair. I will never forget the way you made me feel important when I felt nothing but invisible. I wouldn't have graduated if you hadn't pushed me to do so.

When I became homeless as a junior, you helped me as much as one could. I am forever grateful for that. I am so grateful for the bond we have created.

Here it is, 2020, a couple years after graduating and I still have you in my life. You are the teacher that became chosen family. I love spending the holidays with you. I love every time we chat on the phone. Thank you for being the mom that I needed and giving me all the words of wisdom you do. I am thankful for everything mum. I love you.