It's a heartwarming sight, truly. One you never thought you would see before.

You sit at the back of the huge lecture room for your creative writing class, taught by Professor Armstrong.

He's, really, just a couple of years older than you, and you're in your last year of college.

That wasn't it, though.

You have a month old daughter, named Pearl. She's a tiny, adorable little newborn, with short, fluffy brown hair and, when her sleepy eyes are open, they're a bright blue.

You have to take her to school with you, since you can't find anyone to babysit someone so young, and you have to feed her periodically.

Your boyfriend also left you ten months ago after he found out you were pregnant.

And since you couldn't exactly listen to the lecture or type on your laptop while holding a baby, Yale was holding her for you.

He was standing at the front of the room, speaking to the class, Pearl asleep in one arm and his free hand following along with words and images on the board.