Painful memories

Painful memories are a part of life. Something about that lady made me stop at the mall checkout counter. The stern look behind the glasses looked familiar. I was a regular at the mall but had never seen her before. 

Back home, as I stacked the purchases in the fridge, it came to me. She was one of my school teachers. The one who made me hate school. She had caned, hit, slapped, and punished me in more ways than I could remember. The students hated her. I was the favorite test subject for her violent teaching methods.

“You will never succeed in life,” she said every time she hit me. 

The mall manager, a friend told me, she was eventually sacked and fell on hard times. 

Did that make me happy? Not exactly. All the same, will avoid her at the mall!