Down the halls of the school, you can hear the little girl humming the tone of that very special song. It was the only song she heard him play over and over growing up. She heard it so many times until it became her favorite song as well. The little girl was so adorable and smart. It was hard not to love her. And loving her was exactly what all the teachers in her new school did, especially the one teacher who felt this motherly attachment to the little girl. Maybe because they both had the same first name. Maybe because they both loved the same song. The two developed some form of a strong bond. She became the little girl’s favorite teacher, and she became her favorite student.
Besides hanging out with her daddy on weekends and going to amusement parks, her new source of enjoyment was being in her favorite teacher’s class. The teacher made up for the loss of her mother at an early age. The little girl even thought of fixing up her dad with the teacher. But her dad never had the time to come pick her up from school, because of his work schedule. They always ended up meeting at the front door when the school bus dropped her off.
The cute and smart little girl was pretty determined to have her dad meet the teacher.
She devised a smart plan. She figured that if she missed the bus, she could ask her teacher for a ride home. She executed her plan perfectly and it was successful. The teacher sympathized with her and agreed. Now the only part left was her dad being there on time.
On the way home, the teacher had to make a stop. “Today, I am going to take you with me to my number one favorite place.” She told her student.
It was the first day of autumn and you could sense the change in the weather everywhere. The leaves on the trees were changing colors. It was a bit cooler than usual around that time of year. The teacher stopped the car and asked the little girl to stay in, so she didn’t catch a cold. As she walked away from the car, she noticed someone sitting by her favorite tree. She walked closer to the tree and realized the person was sleeping. Her curiosity brought her closer; she froze in her place. “No way, it can’t be him. Oh my God, it is him! I must be dreaming! I am dreaming, aren’t I?”
“Daddy, what are you doing here?” The little girl screamed, running toward them.
