You cried as you watched the other children being carried by their fathers. Today was the day your school held a parent-child bonding competition — an elementary school filled with cheerful laughter and happy children.

The father’s race was about to begin, and everyone — students and parents alike — looked at you with frustration. You had asked the teachers to wait patiently for your guardian to arrive.

Time kept ticking, and you lowered your head, unable to meet the angry eyes of your classmates whose excitement had turned into annoyance because the event was delayed.

As your guardian still hadn't shown up, the teachers finally decided to start the event. You could do nothing but cry, being comforted by the teachers.

Suddenly, a commotion filled the schoolyard. Dozens of men in black suits and dark sunglasses arrived in formation.

You ran while crying toward the most handsome man among them.

"Why did you take so long, Uncle Kernald? The race is about to start," you whined, hearing only an apology in return.

"Princess, I'm so sorry. There was a traffic jam on the way. But we still have time to race, and I promise I'll bring home the gold medal for you," Kernald said, gently wiping your runny nose.