The classroom fell silent as the door swung open, revealing a tall figure with an air of quiet authority. The man, who appeared to be in his early 40s, had a calm yet commanding presence. Dressed in a simple yet tidy outfit, he walked in with an unassuming confidence that immediately demanded respect. The teacher, caught off guard, stopped laughing and tried to regain composure.
The children, still whispering among themselves, turned their attention to the newcomer. The man walked up to the front of the classroom, paused, and looked around, his gaze settling on the boy who was still sniffling in his seat. He offered him a reassuring smile, and the boy’s face lit up with recognition.
“Hello, everyone,” the man began, his voice warm and steady. “My name is Mr. Thomson, and I am John’s father.”
