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"Right now, I'm temporarily covering for Ms. Morgan, but I'm quite busy. Aside from school matters, I also have some personal work to take care of, so I might not have much time to dedicate to this," Ethan said.
"I've spoken with the school, and they'd like me to ask for your opinion. Would you be willing to start teaching earlier? Your salary would be based on that of a full-time employee. If it's inconvenient, there's no pressure."
Ethan knew about Clara's hand injury, so he wanted to check her willingness first before making any decisions.
"I'm willing," Clara replied without hesitation.
She had missed the chance to participate in voluntary teaching this year, so she had signed up for next year instead. She had come early to familiarize herself with the environment and to brush up on her teaching knowledge. Now that the school needed her, she couldn't turn it down.
Ethan looked at her with a mix of gratitude and relief. "In a few days, I'll take you to meet the principal to handle the paperwork. Once you’re settled here, you can tomully report to the school?
To make her commute eester, Clara bought a small electric scooter in town after lunch. She then headed to her rented house to tidy up
Gecessary fumiture. She bought a few daily essentials and moved in right away
Cata cooked fam
use at night, with only the sound of insects filling the air. Without streetlights, it became pitch black by 7:00 pm.
of mac and cheese. Attertaking a shower, she began unpacking her suitcase.
She hung her clothes in the wardrobe, then opened the suitcase compartment to take out the painting she had brought with her. The stains on it had been cleaned, but they were still visible it looked at closely. As she thought back to what happened that day, Clara’s heart ached;
She girarsad.
ven she thought about how she couldn’t paint anymore
“Mom, I’in sorry. I can’t do what I promised you, Clara whispered, holding the painting and pressing her face to the frame.
Texts wellen up in her eyes, but the forced a smile. “Don’t wony at
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