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Lucy knew the names, ages and birthdays of each and every single child in her class, even if there really weren’t as many as primary school had, let alone secondary or college year. Or University! She supposed that by the point the kids got to University, their professors didn’t even bother to attempt to learn their names in the first place. Nursery school however, was different. Children were barely five years old, some slightly younger, and they all needed special and personalized care and attention. And the thing with little Sofia was that she refused to take it, the love she was so ready to give out to her. Rejected it, chewed it up then spat it all out, which most definitely wasn’t the normal behaviour of a five year old girl, as pretty as could be. The young teacher usually tried to stay away from the children’s parents, but Sofi’s way of doing things and reacting to many other things, specifically with her, worried her to no end. It could’ve meant there was something deeper bothering her tiny soul.

So, while still a bit reluctant, Lucy wrote Sofia’s mother a little note, asking her to please meet her after class, not really stating the reason why, for she knew there was nothing wrong with the little girl –– at least not something that would really bother a parent. She just needed to ask some questions and hopefully find out if there was something happening at home that could make the girl’s personality take such a defensive turn, in order to help her and help the rest of the class, too, as well as helping herself as a teacher. Lucy waited in the classroom, most of the children were on their ways back to their homes, most of them but Sofia, who waited anxiously, sitting in her desk. “There’s nothing to be worried about,” Lucy assured her, and the girl decided to act like she wasn’t listening. As courtesy, the blonde brought an extra cup of tea in case Sofi’s mother would want it, and her attention was pulled by the sound of the door opening, revealing a woman she couldn’t recall meeting before, but she should have. “Thank you for coming, m’am. My name is Lucy Car...Kindell, I don’t think we met before?”