My worst day is parting. I like my home-room teacher when I was second grade. Home-room teacher's name is Yoshimoto Sensei. He put on his glasses, and I thought he is stern. Therefore I couldn't talk with him at first. Everyone too. But he often smiled, and that smile made me happy. I felt what though he is outwardly a little blunt, he is very kindhearted. Then, I often talked to him. His class was really interesting for me. I can remember a Japanese class well. He loved locomotives and stations, so he covered "Kikansya-Yaemon" in Japanese class. It was so good story. I loved it too.
But he got angry frequently... He shouted loud voice. I really don't like it. However, his side of the story was right. We thought "I'm sorry" in our heart.
When I was graduate from elementary school, he must leave it too. I was terribly shocked to hear it. At first, I couldn't believe it. I felt solitary from morning when he leaves school. He looked sadly too. I wasn't remember only crying and crying. He said "Thank you so much" for me. This word also made me sad.
He is living in Yatsushiro, and he continuing his work.
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