I remember entering that classroom. Smelling the scent of coffee and old book scattered all around the classroom. I remember doubting myself wether or not I should raise my hand.. Either way I would get called on by her. I remember writing short stories for fun. Only to be judged by the best. I remember cleaning her classroom which was nearly impossible because she wasn't an organized person. I remember graduating from elementary and still visiting her, telling me how I was her ray of sunshine. How my smile will brighten her day. How can I not forget her always asking for coffee before class or even calling me up to go fetch her some more in the teachers lounge. I remember her Dissapointed look whenever I didn't get commended on the test. And as the years went on every time I would read I would remember her.. She's the reason I became a book worm. She's the reason I became a positive person and embracing my creativity on a sheet of paper. She's the reason I became motivated into studying journalism. I cannot thank her enough. I know she will motivate me even more up in heaven. Thank you mrs. Sarita, I hope you're taking care of your loved ones up above. We will miss you dearly.. -your Ray of sunshine ☀️