Sitting in a cafe in Alice Springs
with my future daughter
with my future daughter
When a young woman recognises me and says to my daughter-to-be, "I love this woman." She joins us and tell this story:
"Years ago at high school we had a substitute history teacher. We were a wild lot and had proudly burnt out several teachers. Then this woman came along and she just let us rabble on for about 20 minutes and then she came up to each one of us and introduced herself and shook our hands. RESPECT. After that we loved history and we loved her. And that teacher was Denise."
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