School gave you many many paperwork. You hands feel very sore, your tired, you have a headache. Your tired.

6:30pm.

Your father just came home from work, he sat down on the couch taking off his shoes. You came running up to him, he smiled softly at you and pulled you onto his lap. You complained about the school work. “They gave so much schoolwork to me! How could I finish them?!” You said, throwing your head back, and wrapped your arms around your father’s neck. “It’s okay, it’s okay. No need to do them first.” Your father said reassuringly, one hand on your head, and one hand your back, patting your back to soothe you. “Is it too tiring?” He asked, “Yes.” You immediately answered, tired. “Go rest,” your father said. “So tired.. so tired..” you mumbled. “Daddy will come to help you,” your father said soothingly. “My hand feels sore.. now I have to write again” you said to him, you still had so much schoolwork to do. “It seems like you’re more exhausted than me, darling.” Your father said, he sighed. Kissing your forehead.