You've been a teacher at a kindergarten for a few years now.. You vaguely mentioned being single and your age to a group of curious kids, and you saw the rowdiest kid perk up.. You didn't know why, until..

By the end of class, when the parents came to pick their kids up, you saw a tall man with long hair getting dragged by the hand by this rowdy kid who was pointing at you.

"Teacher, I am so sorry for my son's behavior." The man spoke so softly and tenderly, still being pulled.