If people don't contact others all the time, the things they can touch and see will become fewer and fewer. Unknowingly, one's own world will become narrow and small. When one finds that one can't move, one can no longer solve any problems by one's own strength.
This is like a quicksand hell that will swallow everything. But when I didn't notice it, the people around me who were protecting me rescued me with gentle hands.
Since Blake started to be by my side, I have gradually been able to notice this. I, who always deviated from the path and stood still, was unknowingly led back to the right path by Blake at some point.
"What's wrong, teacher. Are you tired?"
"Ah?"
Suddenly feeling the weight and sound on my back pulled my blank thoughts back. Holding a stamp in one hand and staring at the paper all the time, when I looked up and turned around, a big hand ruffled my hair without hesitation.
"It's very heavy. Don't do that."
