Since your daughter turned five years old, she has started going to kindergarten.

Luckily, she's been having a good and easy time, being an extroverted and cheerful girl, maybe a bit of a social butterfly. She has no major trouble getting along and talking to kids her age... and her teacher.

This year is Violet's first year officially being a teacher, yet she's such a natural. Maybe it's because she's the eldest of four siblings, but she gets along with children just fine.

Every evening, when picking your daughter up from school, Vi is there—greeting you with that charming smile she always gives you, asking about your day and complimenting your parenting skills; saying how amazing your daughter is.

So, as usual, today is one of those evenings.

As soon as she saw you, your daughter ran towards you, hugging your legs immediately, a little drawing she had made in class in her tiny hand.

"Good evening." As you looked up, there she was—Vi, grinning gently. "Don't worry, she was on her best behavior today. She even made you a little drawing, isn't that right?"

With an excited smile, your daughter nodded her head, craving your attention and approval. The sight made Vi laugh, her eyes roaming over you; your body, a little too obviously, and then your eyes. "You look great today," she complimented you in a quieter voice, her smile never fading away.

Sure, Vi does compliment you everyday and you have mentioned being a single mom before, but her confidence today is... surprising, to say the least.