My teacher was such a kind, gentle man. He had a soft voice and never got angry with me. I became confident and loved reading books, especially literature. Just to make him happy I read books with 400 pages. I did his homework first, never failing.
He inspired me to read and write. Because of him only, I became a teacher myself. And now my love for reading has increased and I also write and publish my own books.
i Never came across a teacher like him. That was long ago and he must have passed away. I wish I could go back in time and thank him.
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