It’s no doubt to say that life always gifts us a precious present that will change not only our minds but also our souls. The gift God deigns to give me is an angel who is my best-beloved Literature teacher: Mr. Khanh.

Mr. Khanh is my unofficial teacher. I was very impressed by his eyes, which are as beautiful as the doves’ ones. It shows that he is suitable for teaching a profound subject like Literature. I honored him as he removed my prejudices about Literature. Before I met him, I considered learning Literate every day to be a catastrophe. Even in his class, I still kept the sleeping habit in Literature class as usual. He woke me up and said tastefully: “I know what you are doing.” I was frightened of being scolded. However, he didn’t punish me like other teachers; he came to the pulpit and spoke loudly: “Don’t misunderstand this lovely girl’s action. She is just living with her own world where has emotions and creations. I assure you that you will become a wonderful author.” Then he smiled at me. Until now, I haven’t forgotten this sunshine smile, the smile of an angel who lighted my life and escaped me from the darkest bottom. Thanks to him, I had the motivation to study hard. Finally, I passed to the best high school in my province.

Although I can’t hear his inspirational speech anymore, I will never forget him who broke everyone’s ridicules to me. Should I have a chance, I will say to him: “Thank you for being my teacher.”