The sweetness of one bond that does not change. 

It was a sunny day. Our class was right next to the wall next to the dance room. I could see a new face with a slender body and long curly hair passing by our class. Than I was reminded that Revatha sir, who used to teach dance at our scull ,had moved to another school. I subconsciously though she was a newcomer dance teacher. After the break we had a dance so we immediately ran to the dance room to see her. It was a rainy day, so she sang and showed us some poems. At that moment I though she was a good teacher not only for dancing but also for singing. From then on I went to school and waited impatiently to go to the dance room. I have loved her ever since. From a young age, I studied dance in high school because I was good at dancing and had a passion for dance.

The bond between her and me grew as I studied dance in high school. We were also the first group in our school to study dance at the advanced level. Even though I did not get pregnant in her womb she has become one of the bonds of my life. In the meantime she takes me to her house and teachers me how to build my life. She was the only teacher who slept for me until late at night. I qualify for university as a strength of my commitment and her encouragement. Sometimes she is a mother. sometimes she is a sister. I appreciate her love that still encourages me in counseling. She has become a hero in endless love then and today.