My work at the art school was going well and the children in my class were fun to work with. Despite that, the joy of teaching the kid had waned during the past week as my mind shifted back and forth between the reality in front of me and my memories of Hayden.
“Malissa, do you have a minute?” the lady called out to me from behind the reception desk at the art school.
I had just finished teaching for the day and was packing things up.
“Sure,” I said before putting some art supplies back into the cupboard.
“Your classes have been getting a lot of positive feedback both from the students and their parents. So, I was wondering if you would be open to take on additional classes,” she said with a gentle smile.
“Umm…I guess I can…” I replied.
I was quite free now and I haven’t found a full-time job so working extra here wouldn’t hurt. I’ll be making more money that way too, so this was the perfect opportunity.
