As she walked into my office, memories flooded back. She was my old teacher, the one who’d brought me food when I was too poor to afford lunch at 14. Her sudden disappearance had left me confused and grateful all at once. Now, ten years later, here she was, a client seeking legal advice. I froze, unsure how to address the woman who’d unknowingly shaped my future.
“Mrs. Carter?” I stammered, recognizing her kind eyes. She smiled, unaware of my internal turmoil. “Yes, it’s me. I didn’t know you were a lawyer now,” she said warmly. I explained how her kindness had inspired me to succeed, to rise above my hardships. Tears welled in her eyes as she confessed she’d left teaching due to illness, never imagining the impact she’d had. We spent hours catching up, her case becoming secondary to our reunion. By the end, I’d not only taken her case but gained a mentor back in my life. Her return was a gift I hadn’t expected, sealing a bond time couldn’t break.
