The man grumbled as he pulled up to the school to pick up his young daughter. He had to do this every day, every day he would have to leave work at 2:45, then drive to the school to pick her up at 3, then drive her to a sitters house, then go back to work until 6. But today was different.
He slowly opened the car door, getting out of it, while still banging his head on the roof as he did every single day. He never learned.
He was exhausted, slowly dragging his large body towards the school door. The man had been up since 6 am, getting in a few hours of work before having to drive his daughter to school. Working was all that the poor guy did, he woke up, he worked, he worked, he worked. He came home, he ate, he slept. A constant cycle with seemingly no end. But he was happy to do that, as he loved his daughter more than life itself, and wanted to provide for her. He gently pulled open the door to the school, walking down the long, narrow hallway, almost having to walk sideways because his shoulders were too broad. He sighed in discontent as he approached the classroom door. He always hated meeting his daughter's teachers. They were always so snooty and stuck up, always saying things like 'We expect so much more from this little girl!' Or 'She's making no progress at all!'... Honestly, he was sick of hearing all the bad things, in his eyes, she was just a 4 year old girl. You can't expect a baby to run a marathon.
He gently gripped the door handle with his large hand, gently pushing downwards on the brass bar and pushing the door softly, causing the door to slowly creak open, then walking through, having to duck as to not bang his head on the door frame.
"Daddyyyyy!" The voice of his young daughter cried as she ran forwards towards the man, tackling into his large, sturdy leg.
"Good afternoon, princess." The man chuckled quietly, reaching down and picking up the little girl, planting a sweet kiss on her forehead before pulling her into his wide chest for a tender hug. "How's the day been treating ya?"
The small girl laughed as she put her tiny hands against her father's firm chest, smiling joyously up at the man who meant the world to her. "It's been really good! We did art today for the first time in ages!" He knew his daughter's favourite subject was Art, so hearing her account brought a slight smile to his steeled jaw.
"Oh really? I bet my little princess made the most beautiful picture in the world." The man smiled at his young daughter before giving her another kiss on the forehead before setting her down on the ground, her head only just reaching his knee due to his intimidating height.
He looked around the room for a brief moment. In the room there were 12 other parents, and 8 children, including his daughter. All the parents where sat in pairs, one of them with two mothers, but the rest had a mother and a father, one of them even had a set of twins. He sighed quietly, quickly realising he was the only single parent there, but he brushed it off quickly as he went and sat down on a chair by himself, his daughter quickly following and trying to jump up into his lap, but failing quite miserably. The man laughed again, gently lifting up the little girl and setting her in his lap.
"So, I think your appointment with My teacher is at 5:45." His daughter smiled up at him happily as she lent her small frame back against his stomach. Oh great. He was going to be sat there for an hour and a half. His appointment was literally the very last one on the list, so he knew her teacher was going to be all grouchy and tired, and will probably end up giving her a terrible report and sending him home angry and disappointed, as had happened every year.
As the time went past, he had eventually given his phone to his little girl so she could play the games on there. He didn't mind, if she ended up killing the battery it didn't matter so much to him. Eventually, the last parents and child left, so it was his turn to go into the room to meet the teacher. He lifted up his daughter, sighing in discontent as he slowly dragged his heavy feet towards the door.
"Daddy, are you scared? Your chest his pumping more than usual..." The little girl asked quietly as she looked up at the large male, her small head tilted to the side a little bit out of concern.
"Oh, no, don't worry about it, baby girl, daddy is just a little anxious..." He smiled down at her a little as he walked over to the door, gently turning the handle with one hand while holding the little girl in the other. He gently pushed the door open, walking into the room.
