When I informed the professor of natural Sciences that Rachel would not be able to go on a school trip and I was staying with her, he reacted surprisingly calmly.
Contrary to my initial expectations that the professor would not consider Rachel's illness a weighty excuse, he agreed to postpone writing a report for us as an exception.
I suspected that he made this decision because he was well aware of the situation. The professor knew that no one at the academy would take care of Rachel except me.
It was bitter, but at the same time, the truth.
Therefore, I remained doubly grateful to this person. At least someone in this place understood how difficult it was for Rachel to survive in such conditions. Perhaps, after this incident, natural history will become my favorite subject.
