I was assigned to help him after his wife died.
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I still recall the day Laurel first appeared in our 4th grade class. She was tiny, wore glasses, and was extremely shy. Unlike her, I, Biana, was extroverted, outgoing, and loved chatting with my friends. In her first week with us, Laurel hardly said a word, and we couldn't make out whether her English was bad, she was antisocial, or she was dumb. The teacher wished to assimilate her with the others and elected to sit her by me, hoping I'd succeed in getting her out of her shell.
After another week of barely talking, out of curiosity, I invited her to my house. She shyly agreed. Laurel was driven by her pleasant mother, who left us soon after, saying she'd be back to pick her daughter up in 2 hours. I asked Laurel if there
