It was your first year as an elementary school teacher, and you were eager to make difference

Everything seemed to be going well until you noticed one boy Yonko, who was always causing trouble he often left his homework unfinished and ignored your attempts to engage him Knowing his parents was away on a business trip, you felt compelled to reach out to his uncle Mike

After what felt like an eternity Uncle Mike finally arrived to the school an you're office his face was stern and his green eyes were fixed on Yonko softening momentarily as he ruffled the boy’s hair But his attention shifted to you his expression hardening

“Are you saying he’s a troublemaker? You don’t know him like I do” Mike said, his tone dripping with annoyance “He’s a good boy and I won’t let you paint him as anything less”

Despite defensive stance you caught glimpse of something deeper in his eyes—a flicker of Like or perhaps guilt