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the memories I had had there, some good, some bad. I had excelled in my education and was granted a scholarship straight out of high school into a prestigious law school. I never asked my father for a thing. I was lucky if he gave me a Christmas card there was no way I was going to owe my education to him.
     
    I thought that if I laid my head back in the seat that I may doze off for a while, alas this was not the case. My thoughts jumped from one scenario to the next trying to figure out this maze I had inadvertently found myself in the middle of.
     
    Before I knew it, minutes turned into hours and daylight had unexpectedly sprung upon me. A young boy startled me knocking on my car window.
     
    “Can I help you? Are you waiting to see the head sir?” he asked. His polite manner was impressive for a boy of no more than nine years old. I wondered if I had portrayed manners like that at his age. St Anne’s was a good school. There was no doubt about it, my beef was not with the school, but with the fact I had been left there against my own will.
     
    “Yes, please erm… Mrs Stephenson, is she still here?” I queried. It was a long shot, Mrs Stephenson must have been in her late fifties when I was there, and I imagined she had long retired by now.
     
    “Follow me.” He said smiling. I was impressed again. Mrs Stephenson must have been archaic by now, and she was still dedicating her life to these boys.
     
    We walked toward the school; it hadn’t changed in the slightest. I looked up at the window above the door which used to be my room. Wondering which boy now had that window as their place to daydream.
     
    The boy instructed me to take a seat outside of the office while he announced my arrival to Mrs Stephenson. I wondered what she would look like after all these years. Sitting there on that green leather seat outside the office brought some sort of familiar comfort. My feet began to twitch with anticipation.
     
    “Come in dear.” I heard in the tone of an aged woman. I stood up from my seat. I braced myself to enter the room, dusting the creases from my pants as I walked toward the door. After all these years I still wanted to make a good impression on her.
     
    Mrs Stephenson was the only person I had ever been able to rely on, other than myself of course, and had I not had such an issue with intimacy, she is probably someone I would have stayed in touch with.
     
    She stood in front of me, her kind eyes smiling at me, and her actual smile a little gappy! She really was one of earth’s angels. Sure she could be strict if she needed to be, but she made me what I am today. She got me through the issues with my father and encouraged me to be the best I could be. I owed a lot to her. Suddenly, a guilt came over me that I had come empty handed. Flowers would have been an appropriate gesture, I stood staring at her, unsure how to act after such a long absence from each other.
     
    “Come and sit down, my boy.” She soothed. I did as I was told, but only after giving her a kiss on the forehead. I towered above this once fierce woman who was now a paling version of her younger self.
     
    “So what can I do for you.” She asked, looking at me from over the top of her glasses.
     
    “I am sorry to arrive unannounced, and well, so early in the morning.” My voice started to trail off as I felt myself welling up a little bit. The emotion of being there, seeing her, was almost too much to handle. The sleep deprivation I was suffering from probably didn’t help matters much, either.
     
    “I would like to see my file, if I could.” I continued.
     
    Mrs Stephenson did not speak a word, just nodded her head in agreement as she got up and went to her filing cabinet. She pulled out the long metal drawer that seemed to go back an eternity and went right to the back, pulling out an old brown cardboard file with my name neatly printed in black ink on the front and slid it over the desk to me.
     
    “Normally records of