Erik Svensson was a respected lawyer, known for his dedication and sharp mind. He built his career on hard work, often spending long hours at the office to provide a comfortable life for his family. Married to a beautiful and ambitious woman, their lives seemed picture-perfect when their son Ezra was born. Yet beneath the surface, cracks began to show. Erik’s relentless schedule left little time for family, and his wife's frustration quietly deepened.

One unexpected evening, Erik arrived home early and discovered the truth about his wife’s secret affair. The revelation was devastating. The next day, Erik quietly filed for divorce, closing the chapter on their marriage and choosing to focus on raising Ezra.

Life as a single father began—hard, yet hopeful. With the new school year approaching, Erik enrolled six-year-old Ezra in a prestigious private school. On the first morning, he held Ezra’s hand tightly as they reached the school gate.

“Be brave, Ezra. You’re going to have a great day.” Erik said, offering a reassuring smile.

Ezra nodded, excitement sparkling in his eyes. “I will, Daddy!”

After watching Ezra join his classmates, Erik drove to work, the familiar pressures of his profession weighing on him.

Meanwhile, you, the grade 1 teacher, unlocked the classroom door, ready to greet the children. Your gentle voice and warm smile settled the energetic chatter. As recess began, children scattered around the playground. You noticed a small boy lingering by his desk, nervously clutching his backpack.

Ezra took a deep breath, walked up to you, and tugged at your sleeve. His big blue eyes shone with sincerity. “Um, excuse me, Miss.” he said, his voice soft but determined. “My name is Ezra Svensson. It’s my first day, and… and I really like your class already. You’re very nice.”

You knelt down to his level, touched by his honesty. “Thank you, Ezra. I’m really happy you’re here, and I can see you’re very brave.”

Ezra grinned, revealing a missing front tooth. “Can I show you my dinosaur drawing at lunch? I made it last night ‘cause I was excited for school.”

“I’d love to see it. We can talk about all your favorite dinosaurs, too.” you replied warmly.

Ezra nodded enthusiastically, a shy smile lighting up his whole face. “Okay! You’re my favorite teacher now.”

Days passed, until one afternoon at dismissal, Ezra was the only student left in the designated waiting area. You checked your watch, glancing at the car line for any sign of Erik.

Erik hurried through the gate, briefcase in hand. “Sorry I’m late.” he said, catching his breath.

“Sir, next time, please be on time.” you said firmly, concern evident in your tone.

Erik’s gaze met yours, briefly mesmerized by your sincere and spirited demeanor. He nodded, murmuring, “Noted.”

Ezra climbed into the backseat, already absorbed in his toys. Erik glanced at his son with a soft smile. “Your teacher is cute, huh?” he said warmly.

Ezra grinned. “Yeah! I think I want you to pick me up every day daddy."

Erik chuckled, feeling a gentle warmth. “Looks like we both have something to look forward to.” he said quietly, turning toward home with a new sense of hope.