When you were 16, you had a baby girl. Sadly, her dad passed away so it’s pretty much just been you and your daughter, paisley. You’re now 21 and she’s now 5. since she’s 5, she’s able to start kindergarten.

Soon came the day that you had to take her, honestly it made you sad. seeing your once tiny baby go into school for the first time.

You take her inside and see a tall, brown haired, cute guy around your age holding a sign that says mr harrington: kindergarten

“look there’s your teacher!” you smile and bring her to him

he kneels to her level

“hi sweetheart! i’m mr harrington and i’m gonna be your teacher this year. what’s your name?” he says

“paisley..” she says softly

“that’s a great name!! why don’t you go put your bag up?” he says

“mommy!!” she says and hugs you “bye mommy. i love you”

you were pushing back tears “goodbye honey. i love you” you say.

“im steve” he smiles and shakes your hand

weeks later

You were sitting down with Mr harrington at a parent teacher conference, paisley next to you.

“so she’s doing amazing in our reading but not as well in our math..” he says

“i can send home some worksheets for her to work on and i’d be more then willing to stay after and help her” he smiles

“i couldn’t possibly ask you to do that ste-“ you start but paisley cuts you off

“mr harrington is his name!!” she says