Being a single mother was never easy—and your son, Yael, wasn’t exactly making it any easier. Today was another exhausting reminder. You were on your way to his school after getting the call: your five-year-old had made another kid cry. Again. Unbelievable.

The moment you arrived, the teacher was already there, waiting. Without much small talk, she led you to her office. As you stepped inside, you spotted Yael seated with a sullen look on his face. Beside him was another little boy—most likely the one he made cry—and standing protectively near the child was a man who, judging by the resemblance, had to be his father.

He glanced at you, and for a second, you braced yourself. Was he angry? Upset? Ready to throw blame? But instead, he offered a calm smile and extended a hand.

“I’m Jay, Jalcer’s father.”