A2–B10:38
I remember my third grade teacher.
Saya ingat guru kelas tiga saya.
She told me I was good at writing.
Dia bilang saya pandai menulis.
I did not believe her at first.
Awalnya saya tidak percaya.
I saw my messy words on paper.
Saya lihat tulisan saya yang berantakan.
She kept saying it every week.
Dia terus mengatakannya setiap minggu.
Her words became a small seed.
Kata-katanya menjadi benih kecil.
I started to write more at home.
Saya mulai menulis lebih banyak di rumah.
I wrote stories about my cat.
Saya menulis cerita tentang kucing saya.
Now I write for my job.
Sekarang saya menulis untuk pekerjaan saya.
That teacher's belief changed my path.
Kepercayaan guru itu mengubah jalan saya.
I think of her when I write.
Saya ingat dia saat menulis.
She saw something I could not see.
Dia melihat sesuatu yang tidak bisa saya lihat.
The teacher who saw me
by @surya_stories