The last day at my first elementary school in Japan and emotions were everywhere. I was standing by the entrance when a second grade along with his teacher came rushing after class to say a farewell. He was crying while telling me (in Japanese) to take care and be healthy. Some teachers gathered around to see what was happening. He eventually calmed down after playing rock paper scissors with me. I let him win five times. “Matta ne (See you), Jerry sensei (teacher)” he said before grabbing his bag and running to his friends. “See you,” they all said in unison. It was the cutest, but I was holding back my tears the whole time. After, I looked at the teachers amused at what happened; and thought, another ‘matta ne’ in two hours. I remember this scene like it was yeaterday.
