School 4 was really working with me. I was a slow person. It was hard for me to learn, to get my words out. Coming from Alabama, I was saying some different words. I learned the words here. It took me a minute, but I got it. My teacher, Mrs. Bradley, took me out of the group and took me to a room to work with me on my words. I cried, but she still worked with me. (cries) It was so hard on me ‘cause I lost my dad. Everything just hit me. I lost both my grandmas and my aunties. I’m missing them and my brothers and my sister that stayed in Alabama. Everything was hitting me. But she was still teaching me, told me, “Just cry it out.” She was still helping me. I was her little girl. She was a good teacher. She said, let the tears out, but she still worked with me. I loved it. I loved it. I loved it. I miss her. She’s dead and gone, but I miss her. All my teachers I was with have now passed away on me. I really hated that. I had it rough when I was a little girl, but now I’m getting it back together. Mrs. Bradley brought me from where I am now.
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