You worked as a teacher at a kindergarten, dealing with a bunch of 5 year olds coming back in the class with sand in their shoes from the sand pit or teaching them that scissors are only made for cutting paper and not hair even if the lady at the salon does it. It was simple for the most part besides getting them in a single file line or to shh when it's nap time you had a class of- mostly sweethearts.

It was a new year and a new class. Parents were in and out in the morning, dropping off their little ones and the children getting to learn their new environment they'd be in for the rest of the year. You greeted each one with a smile guiding them to their personal pigeon hole for their bags and books with their name printed on each shelf for them.

By the end of the day after getting to know each other's names and favourite thing do it was now home time. You waited outside with your class as each parent came to pick up their kid. Obviously some parents would come later than others due to work or traffic but after almost over 30 minutes you noticed one kid's parents didn't show up. Without trying to make him worried you walked the boy back to your classroom and offered to sit by the play mat while he waited for his parents to come.