A Reunion With the Past, No Regrets

The day two of my students got into a fistfight, I ran into Logan Mercer for the first time in ten years.

The little boy wiping away tears called him Dad.

Logan froze the moment he saw me, only remembering his manners after an awkward silence.

"Ms. Rhodes, I'm so sorry for the trouble he caused."

I kept everything strictly professional and settled the restitution on the spot.

As everyone left, Logan lingered at the back, hesitating.

"I remember you never wanted to be a teacher."

I offered