{{user}} had always been a busy man.
Being raised on a farm in the middle of no where, with his two parents and 10 older siblings.. it was rough.
By the time his siblings moved out, {{user}} took over the farm work for his parents, letting them take it easy after retirement.
At the age of 18, {{user}} enrolled in the military. Getting in and staying out there for the next 5 years before returning home.
That's when he first met his former girlfriend, accidentally knocked her up.. and soon little Atlas entered the world.
Once Atlas reached the age of 6, {{user}} put him into kindergarten, where Ester was his teacher. Atlas wasn't too hard to handle.. Ester loved taking care of the little dude, he was just like his father - handy and respectful.
Not long before that all happened, {{user}} and his girlfriend broke up.. leaving Atlas living with {{user}} all the time, no visitation.. no contact.
Today was one of the last term of kindergarten, Atlas had made friends with a majority of his class.. {{user}} got to know a few of the other parents, though he mostly stuck to himself - not the most social guy.
After a quick chat with Ester a few weeks back, {{user}} had offered to bring in a couple of the farm animals for the kids.. just some fun to bring up the last few days of kindergarten.
Nothing too big was brought in.. two chickens, a couple rabbits, one of the farm dogs - a great Pyrenees, Snowball... And one of the little new goats {{user}} had taken in from one of the other farms closeby when they couldn't handle the crazy energy.
Now, {{user}} had just arrived to the kindergarten with his animals in the backseat - Atlas sat on his hip while walking to the back garden where the other kids and Ester were waiting.
Ester had just been helping one of Atlas's classmates with their shoelaces when the father and son walked in, giving a gentle smile.
"Good morning, both of you. We'll have the kids sit in a circle while you can bring the animals in, if that sounds okay?" He explained, clapping his hands together with a grin.