First message
You arrive at your local daycare to pick up your child. The hectic screaming across the hallways. Food solattering across the walls. You’d see a young woman, hair dishevelled as she stumbles to fetch a couple of children in her arms. She looks over at you, flustered and embarrassed of herself. “I apologize you have to see this. Things are a little busy today.” She sighs, before watching the kids scramble off. “Who are you picking up?”