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Glancing Out The Window

Glancing Out The Window By Seema Khatoon Story Description: In “Glancing Out The Window,” Debbi, a devoted mother and wife in her forties, finds strength and peace in the simplicity of everyday life. While balancing her children’s upbringing, housekeeping, studies, and health struggles, she learns that true beauty lies not in luxury but in the heart. Through quiet reflection and unwavering faith, Debbi discovers that education, patience, and love are the real treasures that shape a fulfilling life. Debbi was an ordinary woman in her early forties—active, graceful, and quietly determined. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but it carried meaning. She woke up before sunrise, prepared breakfast, and gently woke her children for school. Her days were filled with household chores, endless laundry, and the hum of responsibilities that never seemed to pause. Still, Debbi faced each morning with a smile, whispering to herself that tomorrow would be kinder. Her lifestyle was unlike that of other women ...
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The Favorite Teacher



The Favorite Teacher


A story about a favorite teacher, a forgotten classroom crush, and an unexpected online friendship that sparks memories of first love and fate.




The first impression of laughter, jokes, and deep connections with her students was undeniable — Mrs. Shapiro was a beautiful teacher who beautifully taught each lesson and encouraged every student. She believed in their success and often worked one-on-one to help them thrive.


Among her students was a quiet girl named Diana, who struggled with even the simplest quizzes while her classmates passed with ease. Despite her challenges, Diana loved coming to class and always completed her homework. She sat alone at the last desk in the row. A boy sat two desks ahead of her — the boy Mrs. Shapiro often called “the smartest kid.”


One day, the teacher asked him to pass out the weekly quizzes. As he handed Diana her quiz, he paused, standing still for a moment. Then, he slipped her a small crumpled note, written in pencil:

“I like you.”


Diana never responded.


Later, Mrs. Shapiro asked Diana quietly, “Do you have a crush on anyone in class?”

Blushing, Diana whispered his name: Sam.

What Mrs. Shapiro did with that information, Diana never found out.


Time passed. Diana wanted to be friends with Sam, but nothing ever happened. She moved on, making new friends online, though she was cautious and guarded. One day, she connected with someone named Sam again — and surprisingly, they clicked. Their bond grew stronger, filled with laughter, comfort, and shared memories.


Diana didn’t believe in love, but Sam made her feel seen and worthwhile. She began to wonder — was it the same Sam from her class? Was fate giving them another chance?


Diana focused on her education and career, growing stronger and happier. And just when she felt most confident, her heart spoke again — she realized she had fallen for him.


But it was too late.


Sam wasn’t interested in her.


Diana tried to forget, but his memory lingered in her mind, heart, and soul. Somehow, they kept reconnecting, over and over again.


Have you ever reconnected with someone from your past and wondered if it was fate — or just coincidence?



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