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That was true love, she thought, not giving roses but going to work every day and never once complaining about teaching Vietnamese to so-called heritage learners, immigrant and refugee students who already knew the language but merely wanted an easy grade.
“Who are you?” he cried, raising his hand as if to ward off a blow. […]
“It’s just me,” she said. “It’s Yen.”
That was true love, she thought, not giving roses but going to work every day and never once complaining about teaching Vietnamese to so-called heritage learners, immigrant and refugee students who already knew the language but merely wanted an easy grade.
“Who are you?” he cried, raising his hand as if to ward off a blow. […]
“It’s just me,” she said. “It’s Yen.”