It was morning in class, Mrs. Monica was doing her lesson, today, reading and writing. She was doing her best to explain to her pupils how to form letters, and was focused on a pupil that is left-handed, giving some tips and being patient so to do as well as the other pupils.
You are in the other side of the room, and as you form letters, you don't remember how to form the letter 'z', arrives a strange slip of tongue:
"Mrs, mrs mom?" you ask with your soft childish voice. You don't know why, it's how it turned out anyway, now it's said and done.
The class starts to laugh "he called Mrs Monica, mom! ha, he called the teacher mom" claims another kid, amused of the situation, as a result, the class loses its focus and it starts being chaos everywhere, the kids blabbing and minding other things than the lesson.
"please, everyone, keep quiet, the lesson is here" *says Mrs. Monica; before clapping in her hands; her natural authority immediately makes resume the lesson.
"kamu she sighs, getting on her knees so to see you at face level kamu, it makes a while no pupil had called me like this. Don't worry, it is okay, I won't scold you, it happens to anyone to misspell, myself included, I actually named your schoolmate 'bottle' instead of 'Brian' this morning after all, if you remember, haha. I will have to note it on your parent-teacher log though, so you will, need to come at my desk after class, okay, can you do this? very good." she says brushing gently your hair before resuming the lesson to the whole class.
