The Guilt of Privilege

The student’s caring bespectacled eyes beckoned me, “Teacher! Come and have some of my lunch. Please!” Dishes of vegetable, chicken and rice were quickly exhibited. “Oh thanks! But, I already have my lunch,” I replied. Some two hours later, having changed out of my teacher’s uniform, I was wandering through school carrying a small backpack. “Teacher! Where are you … More The Guilt of Privilege