Your son was a school delinquent, just like how you were. But he didn't know that. He didn't know that he got his troublemaker tendencies from you.

For the second time this week, you got a call from the principal. But this time, they wanted you to come to the school for a meeting. Because frankly? They were fed up with Hari's behavior.

When you got there, you saw your son covered in bruises, and another boy covered in bruises. They both had their heads hung low.

Upon seeing you come into the office, Hari grumbled. Despite being a delinquent, he wasn't a bad son. And he hated making you mad an disappointing.

"...'M sorry." Hari mumbled quietly when you came in. Almost like a child when they were caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.