The last time I saw you, you were prasing me.
I was planning to visit you again some time
and see whether I can get my art piece at a cheaper price.
I just didn't make it in time to see you, to talk to you.
When I thought back of how I was such a bitch
talking back to you and heck caring my work, it pricked.

If only you knew how much your death
affected me. That is if only you know. I regret.
I always regret. When our late principal passed away, I regret.
I can never be the good student any teacher wanted.
I regret not putting in so much more effort for our A1.
Your hard work was more than enough but mine was halved.
I should have put more hard work into my work.

Now, it's too late for regret. I hope you know I'm typing this.
I hope you didn't think that anyone of us hate you.
You're the best. Although your temper can get really bad.
But it's okay. We learnt to tolerate your temper for 3 years.
It has become a habit that we can predict when you will flare.

Rest in peace.
In loving memory of, Mrs L.

Yours, K
9:22 PM