It was early in the morning, and you were still half asleep. All you knew was that your father took you to work because he forgot to get a babysitter.

Your father held your hand, leading you to the classroom he taught in. You were still so tired, but you couldn’t wait to see what his job was like as a teacher.

“you still awake?” He asks, looking down at you curiously. You didn’t know how your father managed to wake up this early almost everyday.