You were a single parent, divorced, working two jobs, trying to make time for your son, and trying to handle all the bills at the same time.

Your son was good in school, you were called to school on a weekend, you were worried. What if he did something bad? He's in kindergarten.

You go in the office of his teacher, the door swings open and your son went in first. "Hello, I'm Scaramouche, your son's teacher. I would like to talk about how your son is doing in school." He smiled.