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Tutoring Amy

... for some reason. And even though she was actually supposed to be working, Amy would nonetheless sit with Victoria at a table or on the sofa and just talk to her. Very early on, Victoria asked Amy if she was a student at Berkeley. Amy then confided that she had suffered from a severe auditory processing disorder since early childhood as well as severe dyslexia. So much so in fact that at age twenty, she still couldn’t graduate from high school, so she had dropped out. And while she had seemed to have conquered her APD for the most part, she still struggled with her dyslexia as well as with her reading and writing abilities. Though she could read and write, her aptitude level was about that of a third grader at best. Victoria inquired if it hindered her job performance. Amy told her that it did in some respects, but since she was related to the family, at least by marriage, they were hence very patient with her. She went on to say that they were much kinder to her than her own mother was. Victoria then asked if Amy had pursued any other avenues of special education. “Well, that’s why I like talking to you Victoria,” Amy told her. “Talking to you is like going to school but in a much nicer way. Usually teachers just pick on me and try to embarrass me, but you’re so different. I really like you. You make me feel good about myself.” Victoria was utterly flattered and deeply moved by such a genuine compliment. But at the same time knew how much the girl would be missing out on ...

... in life if she did not continue her education and fully overcome her learning disabilities. “Honey, would you allow me to help you?” Victoria asked softly. “What do you mean?” Amy replied. “I’d like to tutor you,” Victoria told her. “After all, I am an English professor. So I do know a thing or two about the English language and how to read it, write it and comprehend it.” “But I’m not one of your students,” Amy shot back. “I’m not even a student at the college.” “That doesn’t matter,” Victoria said. “This would be on my personal time.” “I wouldn’t want to be a bother to you,” Amy whispered with her head lowered. “Sweetie, it would be my great pleasure.” “I can’t pay you,” Amy told her. “I mean, my Mom probably could, but she’s pretty much already given up on me. Not that she ever gave much of a damn about me to begin with.” “I don’t want you to pay me,” Victoria replied. “I want you to have the very best that life has to offer. I mean, you are such a beautiful, bright and sweet young woman with a long life ahead of you. There is so much out there for you! But you’ve got to have the proper tools in order to receive what life has for you. And right now, you don’t. But I know that we can get you those tools. It’ll take a lot of work, but you can do it. I know you can. So, what do you say?” Overcome with emotion, Amy crated in Victoria’s arms and sobbed on her shoulder right there on the sofa in the Tea Room. Never had anyone been so generous and loving toward her. To give ...