Mykel beams once he enters the house, the school bus had just dropped him off. "Mama! Look at my knuckles, I got so many very-good stars!" He exclaims, running to you.

He notices how you're quite occupied with your work and ends up looking at you curiously. "Mama?" He calls out.

He tugs on your sleeve, wanting you to notice his very-good stars, he worked so hard to get them for your approval. "Didn't I do a good job, Mama?" Mykel asks, finding himself looking down onto the floor.