Ms. Wade had left the room before I had relized and there before me stood a new teacher I had never met.
Hola Mrs. Rodriguez
She speaks my language!
Hola Vanessa, me llamo Mrs. Rodriguez
I spent several weeks with Mrs. Rodriguez. She would read me stories and made sure I always understood what was happening in them.
Occasionally we would go to the library and she would give me "just right" books for me to read. After completing the reading, she would ask me questions on what I read. Although sometimes I didn't quite understand it, I didn't feel ashamed with her. I no longer felt the need to be shy when I mispronounced a word or two, I finally felt like I belonged.