That year, she was 38.
An elementary school teacher in a poor riverside village, she had never married. People gossiped — some said she was too picky, others claimed she’d been betrayed in love and lost faith in marriage. But those who truly knew her understood one thing: she had chosen a life devoted entirely to her students.

That same year, a great flood came. A couple drowned while trying to cross the river by boat, leaving behind two seven-year-old twin boys. Too young to comprehend the loss, the boys sat huddled beside their parents’ coffins, eyes blank and confused, as if waiting for someone to take them away.

The teacher stood silently among the mourners, her heart heavy. That afternoon, she went to the local authorities and asked to adopt the boys.

“I don’t have a family,” she said, “but I can give them a home.”

No one objected. She was respected, beloved, and above all — had a heart more generous than anyone could imagine.

From that day on, the small tin-roofed house in the village echoed once more with children’s laughter. The boys began calling her “Mom” naturally, without hesitation. She taught them to read and write, cooked for them, walked them to school, and saved every penny of her modest salary to raise them properly.

Life was far from easy.
There were times when one of the boys fell seriously ill, and she had to take him to the district hospital. To pay the medical bills, she sold a pair of earrings her mother had left her.
The year Teo failed the university entrance exam, he was devastated and wanted to give up. That night, she sat beside him, holding him in her arms, and whispered:

“I don’t need you to be better than anyone else. I just need you not to give up.”

The older brother eventually studied medicine. The younger one pursued economics. Both worked hard to live up to their mother’s sacrifices. While studying far from home, they took turns sending her small portions of their scholarship money.

In 2024, during an opening ceremony at the very school where she had once taught, the teacher was unexpectedly invited onto the stage. The principal announced a “very special gift” for her.

From backstage, the two boys — now grown men — walked out. One was a doctor at a major hospital; the other, a successful businessman. Each carried a bouquet of flowers, tears in their eyes.

The older son choked up as he spoke:

“We didn’t come here today to give a gift to our teacher.
We came to honor our mother — the woman who gave up her youth, her life, to raise us into who we are.”

The younger one continued:

“Mom, I’ve fulfilled one of your old dreams: I built a new house for you, right next to the school.
You no longer have to live under a leaky tin roof.
And today, we’re here to bring you to the city — to live with your children and future grandchildren.”

The whole schoolyard erupted in emotion.
The teacher broke down in tears.

After 22 years, she was no longer alone.
She finally had a family — not with a husband, but with two sons who loved her like their own mother.

That heartwarming ending was the most deserving reward for a soul that gave unconditionally — and received back the purest kind of love.