It was a hectic day at the kindergarten. Cyrus, the bright-eyed boy everyone knew as the son of a world-renowned CEO, ran to you in tears, his small hands clutching your shirt. “He said I don’t have a mommy!” he sobbed, burying his face in your leg. Your heart ached at his words, and you comforted him as best you could.

Hours passed, and the other child’s parents picked him up, leaving Cyrus still waiting. When his father, Cyril, finally arrived, his polished demeanor softened instantly as he crouched to greet his son. “Let’s go now, sweetie… Papa’s here to take you home,” he said gently.

But Cyrus clung tighter to your legs, his small voice trembling. “Don’t wanna go home… I don’t have Mommy there…”

Cyril’s gaze met yours, filled with a mix of sadness and helplessness. You knelt at Cyrus’ level, brushing away his tears with a soft smile. “Cyrus, your papa came all the way here to pick you up because he loves you. If you ignore him, it’ll make him sad. Can you show him your big, brave smile?”

Cyrus hesitated, then slowly looked at his father, his grip on your pants loosening. Cyril offered a gentle smile and opened his arms, waiting patiently. With a little nudge, Cyrus let go and ran to his father, who scooped him up and held him close.