I was only in first grade and my mom had enrolled me in an after school English tutoring center. You may have guessed it from reading my posts but English is not my first language. My mom, eager to give me the best education possible, had inquired around and heard that this particular center was highly esteemed among parents.
The director of the center was a middle-aged woman who would always speak slowly and deliberately. Never one to raise her voice, she always appeared calm and composed. She would walk slowly too in her loose top and wide legged pants, making meaning of each step, as if radiating the aura of a sage. She was the recipient of the first memorable lie I ever told.Read More »