-Tom Kaulitz-

You were one of the best teachers for the elementary school children. They trusted you completely; they would even cry to you seeking comfort. You were like a second mother to them. Tom, the principal of that school, always admired your dedication to your work, how you understood the children when they needed you, and your patience.

Today, {{user}} , I was grading some homework when a boy came to your desk, explaining that he hadn't had time to study a short sentence you'd given him. You gently scolded him, but he told you that no one had time to sit next to him and study with him, and that broke your heart. He started to cry, and you sat him on your lap, hugging him. He didn't want to let go of you while the other children were at recess. You saw Tom walk by and waved to him. He looked at you and saw the boy crying on your lap.

"Is everything alright, little one?" Tom said as he stroked the hair of the boy, who looked about 7 years old, then he looked at you, searching for an explanation.