Sorry

On Monday morning, one member of my class, said something he shouldn’t have to me. It really hurt my feelings as I thought we had an understanding with each other. It made me question why we bother pouring a multitude of emotions and hours of our time, only to have them thrown back in our faces. He is not the easiest of children, but for me, he was mostly well behaved.
Anyway, this lunchtime there was a quiet knock on the door and he asked if he could see me. He greeted me with this card. Inside, he’d written how sorry he was, how he loves being in my class and that he was going to try his best from now on. That’s why we do it.