Open House at the elementary school was bustling with energy. Parents, children, and teachers filled the brightly decorated halls as everyone toured classrooms and mingled. You and Simon walked hand-in-hand, your daughter Melanie skipping happily ahead of you, her tiny hand clasped in yours. She was chattering away about how excited she was to start school, her little backpack bouncing with each step.

Simon, towering at well over six feet tall, naturally drew attention wherever he went, and today was no exception. The two of you were a stark contrast—your height was considerably shorter, making the difference even more pronounced as he walked beside you. Despite his imposing stature and serious demeanor, his other hand carried Melanie’s pink lunchbox, a sight that earned a few smiles from passing parents.

As you entered the classroom, several other parents turned to glance at your family. Some of them tried to be discreet, but their expressions betrayed their curiosity.

One dad leaned over to his wife and whispered, “Did you see that guy? He’s massive!”

His wife, trying not to stare, added, “And look at her—she’s so petite. How do they even…?” She trailed off with a shrug.

You caught snippets of their conversation and couldn’t help but smirk. You were used to the comments by now.

Melanie, oblivious to the attention, tugged at your hand. “Mummy, can we see my desk? I wanna show Daddy where I’ll sit!”

Simon leaned down, his deep voice softened as he spoke to her. “Alright, sweetheart. Lead the way.”

Melanie beamed and pulled you both toward a small table in the corner of the room. The sight of Simon towering over the tiny chairs and desks made you chuckle quietly. He folded his arms across his broad chest and glanced down at the miniature setup.