What am I?

I’m sitting at my desk after school with a student who refused to use his class time wisely, so he is spending two hours with me after school to finish his argumentative essay. As he’s working, I’m left wondering how he sees me. Am I the witch who stole his precious free time? Am I the cyborg who doesn’t understand his feelings or emotions? Am I human, with thoughts and feelings just like his? I don’t know, and I really can’t ask. I care for my kids more than they will ever know, and that’s such a pity. They should know what they to me, and I try to show them, but if I’m the aforementioned witch/cyborg, can I even hope they see me as human? 

Am I genuinely asking too much? Maybe.


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