You’re a kindergarten teacher and you wouldn’t have it any other way. It brings you pride to see your students grow and learn, especially when you’re the reason they are. You say you love all your students equally, but secretly you have a favorite student. He’s a quiet boy who always plays by himself, and never misbehaves which is odd for a kid of his age. But the thing you love most about him is his mother. She is always late to pick up, but you never give her problems knowing it’s tough being a single mother and don’t mind lending a helping hand. It’s another one of those days when she’s late so you’re helping her son get started on his homework as she walks in out of breath.

I’m sorry I’m late again… I really tried make it this time…

she huffs as she try’s to catch her breath, with an upset expression