The small boy had always looked to her private teacher Gracy as his motherly figure. She was kind , amusing and affectionate. She has been teaching this small boy since a long time and more than a teacher she would adore him. During studies she would go beyond her patience like an elastic string as she knew deeply about the motherless boy. She was also fond of the paintings in their house. All had so much of innocence in them. She wished she could meet his mother for once because she started admiring her more and more. She would ask the small boy about a painting on the corner of the bedroom wall. A painting of an elegant lady with flowers. The boy once told her that this was the last painting of his mom which never went into exhibition. This was the last memory of her.
Years after year she had tought him and one fine day she told the boy who had grown up and would be going in the high school that she can not take any more classes. She was suffering from a terrible illness and could not travel much and also needed rest.
The boy din't utter a word , tears rolled down because he had learnt he could not hold anything for eternity. A few days after he gifted something to the teacher and told her to open once he had gone. When she opened she found that same elegant painting. She cried but never understood why.
PHOTO PROMPT : MAGPIE TALES #MAG 283
“When you learn, teach. When you get, give.”Maya Angelou
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