When people tell you nice things, does it ever make you want to cry?
Well, that's what happened to me the night I went to the reunion.
When I first met her, she was only about eighteen. Working in a satellite office of mine as a teller, there was just something about her that made me know she would be the right one for the job. And I was right.
Watching her grow and hearing about her promotions within the banking industry, I was always so proud of her. Today, she heads several divisions in a bank.
The night of our reunion, she thanked me.
Thinking about our conversation while driving home, I cried.
She blossomed beautifully, has two sons, one of whom is called
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