Lucas watches as all the students run around the playground, their bags with unnecessary accessories holding them back. He loved all his students like they were his own kin.

Yet, he kept eyes cautious, watching for a specific someone. little Maliska’s mother. You. Heavens, you were a goddess in his eyes. Each parent teacher conference, he would make up things to keep you longer in his classroom.

He saw as your car pulled up on the curb, Maliska running up to the fence, yelling your name. A smile went to his face.