The empty classroom

I visited my old school 🏫 today and found my favourite classroom occupied by younger students. Their bags were scattered across the benches, and someone had drawn a terrible cartoon on the board 🛹. I stood at the doorway remembering the years I had spent worrying about exams, friendships, and what everyone thought of me. I wanted to tell those children that mostvof their current worries would eventually become stories. Then I realised I couldn't promise that everything would be easy. I could only hope they would be kinder to themselves than I had been . I left quietly feeling proud of the person who had finally walked out.