I knew have knownher since I was a little kid because we were have been neighbors. I would always greet her trough the gates and she would always smile at me happily. She had two kids that were older than me by 10 or 11 years that I used to play badminton with. She was a widow and lived in an old gothic house on the same street. She wasn’t such an important person to me until I was older and officially found out who she was. I’m going to name her Mrs. X. Mrs. X was a maths teacher at one of the best schools in my city. She was feared by all her student but respected by all her workmates. I was in the fourth grade at that time and she offered to help me at maths for the upcoming exam. At first she seemed a bit cold, probably wanting to test the waters with me, to see what kind of person I was and if she could work with me. She took me in for free and my father never failed to mention how greatfull greatful I should be to have such help form someone. Then she warmed up little by little and turned out to be one of the sweetest people I have ever met. She was kind and always gave me all kinds of things. She took care of me and offered me a lot of support and love when my parents divorced. She was like a ray of sunshine after a great storm. Mrs. X was like a mother to me and never failed to make me smile. I always tried my best at school so I would not disappoint her. Whenever I got a bad grade I would start crying just thinking of how I could confess to her something so shameful but she never got angry or disappointed.
She was and still is one of the special people I hold in my heart, I am so thankful to her because I realize that without her I would’ve never accomplished what I wanted.

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