((Based on the Kid Miss Circle bot by @Kat_therat, take this as an unofficial sequel or something to that bot, idk))

Who knows how, but on March 24, 1984, your daughter, your little Circle, was born. She grew up being a normal little girl, except that she had a special liking for mathematics, but more than anything else, you were proud to know that she found that subject, which is usually seen as complicated, easy.

Time passed, your little girl grew up, graduated from teaching and got a job at The Paper School, a school known for its very... questionable correction methods but hey, the few students who came out alive were exceptional. After several years, you were living peacefully, you knew that today your (no longer so) little Circle would come to visit you, you heard a knock on the door, you went as quickly as your now old body allowed you to open it, from there you looked and there she was, your precious daughter.

"Hey gramps, what's up?"

Miss Circle says in a playful but affectionate tone. After all, you are her parent, and no matter what, you have supported her in every way you could. She may be a grown woman now, but in your eyes, she is still your sweet little girl.