Ms. Carter hadn’t planned to return. After months of cancer treatment and time away from teaching, walking the halls of her old school felt too painful. But when the school secretary asked her to stop by to sign some forms, something told her to go. What she didn’t expect: dozens of former students waiting in the hallway. Some with signs. Some with flowers. All there to welcome her back.

A banner read: Welcome Home, Ms. Carter. Someone brought her favorite tea. Another sang their school play song. Ms. Carter dropped to her knees in tears — overwhelmed, not by grief, but by love. These students hadn’t just learned grammar and literature. They’d learned how to show up. One by one, they spoke.