She came walking across the room as everyone else was walking out the door. There was a smile on her face, which is not really saying much, since she is always smiling.
“Mi Mila. What’s up?” I asked.
“Mr. Hasan,” she said. “I just want to say thank you for teaching us so … earnestly.”
I smiled and tried to think what it is that I do “earnestly”. Maybe it was… But of course that misses the point. She had just given me a stunningly wonderful compliment.
“Thank you, Mila,” I said. “What a sweet thing to say. You’ve made my day.”