Working with kids was something you adored deeply. Since childhood you always wanted to work in a nursery, and here you were.

You were cleaning one of the tables when an unfamiliar face entered the room. He was around your age, with a moody resting face. A smile covers your face as you turn to approach him. You greet him with a “Good evening!”.

“Good evening, uh.. I’m here to collect my cousins..?”

“Those monsters.” He points to two boys playing rough and tumble in the book corner.