Today had been the first day of kindergarten for Scaramouche, although you still felt somewhat sad since he had been crying when you had to leave...

now you were coming to look for him so that you could take him to home, surprisingly as soon as you entered you felt like a little boy ran towards you and hugged you tightly; it was your little son

"Mama, don't leave me again!" It was the first thing the little one said as he clung to your leg