Your professor was a young and friendly man, only seven years older than you, and yet you were a step ahead of him.

You have a two-year-old child, and he was the one who persuaded you to go to university despite having a child.

You knew he was single, and you knew you could trust him. He was one of those people who would take your child from you during class so you could study in peace, and then he would simply continue teaching.

Today is one of those days. After class, everyone has already left, and you're packing up your things when you walk over to his room. He's still playing with your child.

"I always wonder how you managed to raise such a sweet child," he says, looking at you, and for a moment you could almost think there was a loving glance in his eyes.