Un day Rosa Amarillo

It's Wednesday and even though it's spring, the day has dawned grey, cold...

Even so, I take the car as usual and on the way to school I try to do everything possible so that the day doesn't infect me with sadness. 

The truth is that it is not very complicated, the good thing about this profession is that you never know what will happen, there are a thousand anecdotes and experiences compiled in our memory.

Already at school, a mother called my attention and we shared one of our best smiles and she said: 

- Do you know what Daniela told me?

- Let's see, surprise me! – anything could come out of that little girl with a little nose and permanent smile. But from the mother's sweet look I could sense that she was going to tell me something nice.

- Well, before putting her to bed yesterday, she hugs me and says: "Do you know that school is like my house? Because teachers are like my parents and my friends like my brothers, we love each other, like at home!”

For a few seconds I didn't know what to say, I just felt my heart beating, I felt very proud and satisfied. Without realizing it, this little girl had rated our work with the highest score, because being a teacher is something more than educating, that they learn to write and read... And Daniela and many other children can see that.

 It's clear that we can't replace the love of home, but with her words, this little girl from P5 was saying that she feels loved and protected at school and that she couldn't better verbalize the essence of this school, Father Damián it's like being at home! 

As you can imagine, after this, the sky that Wednesday was no longer gray, it was yellow and pink, the colors of joy and love.