Every morning I walk towards 5A, with my Mathbook and waterbottle in hand and my backpack on my back. Every morning I get ten steps from the door when Javier spots me and rushes to my side, sticking out his chubby arms to pry the waterbottle from my hands; "Let me help you miss!"
His daily conversation usually starts with, "I am happy today, Miss!"
"Oh really, Javier. That's good! Why are you happy today?"
He cocks his head, tilting his glasses at a precarious angle, then twists his head to the other side as he screws up his nose to think about my question.
"I no know, Miss."
Sometimes I can't help but laugh, and he laughs with me. "Okay, Javier."
Usually he hovers at my desk as I attempt to manage a hundred things at once--write the page number on the board, announce the 60 seconds that the class has until they have to be ready, field any complaints like "Miss! Cristian has my pencil!!!" and answer any questions about yesterday's assignment. Through this mini-crisis, Javier stands and waits for a piece of my attention.
His unending love and patience with his classmates continues to amaze me. They tease him and hurt his feelings, but he never hesitates to lend his eraser or run an errand for them.
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