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I became a teacher at this school seven years after graduation.
There were times when I worked hard to become a teacher who would accept
children.
There were various conflicts with work, love, marriage, divorce.
Now it's a long time, a short time.
My husband was a very good man at first.
He was a very ordinary salesman.
It was a decision made by my parents.
I'm sure he was worried about me.
It was a marriage that I fell in love with and decided.
I don't want to bother you.
I thought I did my best, too. I was desperate.
I endured even if I was beaten.
But at some point, I heard a sound that broke my heart.
It was clear.
It was loud.
After I got divorced,
I use it on a normal day.
I just do my job.
I know I can't do anything,
but I feel uncomfortable about myself.
Myself? Me?
Who am I?
What do I like?
What do I hate?
I don't even know if it's the right time.
Good.
Thank you.
Uh -oh.
I don't know.
Yeah, not this.
Please let me go.
Because everyone grew up like that.
Stop it. Stop it.
Stop it.
What? Stop it.
mm -hmm
Oh.
Oh.
I love you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Yeah.
There were times when I wanted to become a teacher who would be accepted by the
children.
Now, it seems like it's been a long time, it seems like it's been a short
It's just a simple work.
I know,
but I feel sorry for myself who can't do anything.
Jibun? Watashi?
Ittai douyuu hito?
Nani ga suki?
Nani ga kirai?
Yatto jibun wo mitsuketa kigashimasu.
Minna mite?
Konna ni steki na josei ni nattandesu. Watashi.
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