"...Miya."
"Yes?" I replied.
"What's wrong?" Sensei asked as she typed on her keyboard.
"Nothing really."
"So why have you been coming late to class?"
"...I'm sorry."
"I didn't ask for an apology." she sighed.
She took of her glasses and placed it down on her desk.
"What's wrong?" she asked again. This time with our eyes meeting.
"Nothing." I held my gaze.
"Students don't miss three classes a week over nothing Miya."
"I know and I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"..." she folded her arms and stared at me. "Okay," she lowered her head.
"You're a smart kid, so I trust you." she turned to her desk, "but if you ever have any problems in school..." and slipped out a paper from within a book, "or at home, I'm here for you."
She stretched out an envelope to me.
"What's this?"
"A letter."
I took it and turned it, no name , no address, "from who?"
"Your mother."
My hands froze and the envelope fell to the ground.
The room was oddly quiet now and I could feel a shiver down my spine.
I laughed. "Is this a joke?"
"No, it's not." she straightened up her back. "Miya, I can't judge the way you live your life and I don't know anything about your family..."
She pulled closer and picked up the letter from the ground, the soft hum of the heater echoed loudly.
"but your mother misses you and she's worried about you," she stretched the letter towards me again, "just...think about it."
I looked at the letter and I licked my lips. "Yes, sensei."
I took it.
"...you may return to class now."
"okay." I bowed and turned away. Sliding the door behind me.