I was a volunteer at an infant school for several years. A child started there, and it soon became clear that she had some major problems and was not coping. I was asked to support her. Eventually she was diagnosed with autism. When the school received funding for 1-1 support, they advertised the job and I got it.
She is now reaching the end of year 2, and we will be saying goodbye in less than a month. We're doing transitions and handover preparation.
I'm gutted. I miss her already.
I've worked with this little girl for over two years, and the change in her is astounding. I am so proud of her! I am so honoured to have been part of her life, and to have been able to help her increase her potential.
She has been a big part of my life, working with her has taught me so much, and I don't think I'll ever forget her. But I have to accept that she will forget me. And, even worse, that I will probably never know just how far she goes, what she achieves.
Oh, I'm just sad. Happy for her, but sad for myself.