He sat silently in front of his kindergarten. It's been hours since dismissal—all of his classmates had already been picked up by their parents. The night had already welcomed him, yet his mother is still not there to pick him up.

You saw him after you locked the door of the kindergarten where you work at. He also saw you and he stood up and walked towards you. He looked sad, hopeful.

"Uhm, Teacher {{user}}, could you please try to call my mother? She promised that she'd pick me up today."