is it normal that i wish my teacher loved me like a daughter

No it's nothing to be ashamed of and I think it is perfectly normal. I have been there, done that, and lived through it. Growing up, my music teacher was that be all and end all for me. She taught me so much more than just how to sing. She taught me to pursue my dreams, and to aim high. When I first met her, I was attracted to her immediately. There was something special about her, like it was magic or something. She was patient, she was kind, and she helped me in so many ways. She made time for me and never thought I was that much of a bother to her. At that same time, things were going on at home that I wasn't happy about. I didn't have a good relationship with my parents and it was often afraid of them. While I was never abused, I just felt like I never pleased them. Having learning disabilities, they always made me feel like i was like a failure. However, in my teacher's eyes all I could ever do is get better, and better, and better. She never let me look down on myself, or let me talk bad about myself. Because of that, I loved her. Some nights I would cry alone, and wish she could just scoop me up and take me away to somewhere beautiful, somewhere where nothing awful could ever hurt me. Then reality would hit, I would cry even more because I knew she had a life separate from me. She had her husband, she had two children, and a career. I didn't fit into any of that.

During one very particularly dark period of my teen life, things had gotten so difficult at home that I had a plan to commit suicide. However, the only thing I wanted to do before I "did myself in" and was to see her one last time. I thought it would bring me peace, soothe my nerves, and I will have closure knowing that I spent my last moments alive with the one person I loved more than anything in the world. But upon walking into her room that day after school, hoping only have a nice little casual conversation about how the day went I ended up bursting into tears, absolutely losing it. I confessed to her about everything I was going through and what i had planned to do. I could not look her in the eye as I told her about my miserable home life, spiraling school and social life, and the sleeping pills I was going to take. I felt ashamed, I felt like a failure, and I felt dirty. What happened next came as a total surprise. She slowly pulled me into a hug, sat down until I was in her lap and she just held me for what was the longest time. Everything was quiet for a while, until she said "I love you". That set me off again and I cried some more. I have never felt more safe and loved I did when I was in her arms. She explained to me that losing a child is is every parent's nightmare, and that losing me would be a nightmare. Those are the words that saved my life, and those are the words that reassured my place in HER life.

It's been many many years since that incident, and from that point on my life got better. I finished high school, went to college, made amends with my parents, and even joined a theater troupe where she even drove 2 hours to come see one of my shows. People from my theater thought she was my mom because we acted so close!
Not long after college, I scored a dream job with an entertainment company. That October I dressed as Cinderella for a Halloween party. Afterwards, I took the elaborate rhinestone tiara I wore with my costume and had it wrapped pretty and sent to her - along with a note saying that she was my Fairy Godmother, and that the crown truly belonged to her as a gift of thanks for all she had given to me.