B10:30
I still think about Mrs. Kwan.
I still think about Mrs. Kwan.
She taught art at my high school.
She taught art at my high school.
One day she kept me after class.
One day she kept me after class.
She pointed at my messy painting.
She pointed at my messy painting.
"You have something," she said.
"You have something," she said.
I didn't believe her at first.
I didn't believe her at first.
I was just mixing colors for fun.
I was just mixing colors for fun.
But she kept encouraging me.
But she kept encouraging me.
She showed me how to see light.
She showed me how to see light.
Years later, I still paint.
Years later, I still paint.
Her words are in every brushstroke.
Her words are in every brushstroke.
I hope she knows.
I hope she knows.
The teacher who saw my brushstrokes
by @mason_18