“My Professor Made Me Stay After Every Class Until Everyone Else Had Left. One Day, He Closed the Door and Said, ‘Don’t Tell Anyone What’s About to Happen…’” What Happened Next I Was About To Cry
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You look exactly like her.”
I stared at her.
“Like who?”
Professor Hayes slowly sat down.
“Your mother.”
Everything inside me stopped.
Colleges & Universities
My mother had died when I was five years old.
My father almost never spoke about her college years.
“You knew my mother?”
The woman stepped closer.
“I was her best friend.”
I looked at Professor Hayes.
He spoke softly.
“And I was her professor.”
I had no idea what to think.
The woman placed the box on the desk.
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My name was written across the top.
EMILY.
“What is this?”
Professor Hayes took a deep breath.
“Your mother was very sick. She knew she might not live long enough to watch you grow up.”
I slowly placed my hand on the box.
Inside were dozens of envelopes.
Each one had an age or occasion written on it.
“For Emily’s 16th birthday.”
“When she falls in love for the first time.”
And then I saw the final envelope.
“When she graduates.”
