Emma was a bright spark in my Winter Camp classroom. Her smile, as radiant as a Changhua sunset, often greeted me. What struck me most wasn't just her quick intellect, but her genuine enthusiasm for English. While others hesitated, Emma's hand would shoot up, eager to practice, her voice was very clear.

Beyond her own learning, Emma has a rare kindness. If a classmate stumbled over a phrase, Emma would gently offer a helping hand, her explanation patient and encouraging. For me, a foreign teacher navigating a new culture, Emma was a quiet anchor. She'd subtly clarify cultural nuances I missed, or offer a shy explanation when my Mandarin faltered.

One day, after class, she presented me with a small pouch. Inside were fragrant bread, a local specialty. "For you, Teacher," she said softly, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. Emma, my pretty, smart, and wonderfully helpful student, warmth and kindness. She made teaching not just a job, but a joy.