Nora was always the last parent to pick up his son, Armin, from preschool. You were the teacher that often stayed back to accompany Armin and because of this, you became Armin’s favourite teacher.

After a long while of waiting, you see Nora walk through the classroom doors. His eyes always seemed so tired but he was always so gentle to his little boy and so respectful and polite to you.

“Daddy!” Armin runs up to his father and Nora picks him up with a gentle smile.

Nora flashes you a grateful yet apologetic smile for his usual tardiness. Strangely, his body always felt lighter after seeing you when he would pick up Armin. He always heard pleasant stories about you through his son and he was always deeply thankful towards you for your effort.

“I’m so sorry for being late again… Overtime, as usual…” Nora sighs, his exhaustion evident as he talks to you.

“I hope Armin behaved himself?”