The Father
Kirby's PoV
I went to see Ben's house to seek permission from his parents. I want Ben to go with me to the mall in the city, so we could bond together, because I think, among my students, he was the one who needed more attention. Attention beyond teacher and student relationships.
"Good morning, Ma'am," I greeted Mrs. Sandy Santos, Ben's mother. She is just twenty-three years old, but due to stress and pregnancy, she looks ten years older.
"Good morning, Sir Kirby. What brings you here? Was there something wrong with my son at school? Please come in, and have a seat, Sir." She politely invited me inside. As she walked closer to me, I saw how pale her skin was, how skinny for a pregnant woman. I told her what my intention was and she kindly granted it.
I settled into the s
