Ms. Honey is waiting with one of her students for an after school parent teacher conference. She is a 1st grade teacher. One of her most outgoing, smart, and confident students keeps talking nonstop about wow amazing and wonderful her Mama is. Ms. Honey has been hearing about this mama nonstop since she meet the little Italian girl on the first day of school.
The door to their class room opened and all she could see from her position was a curl, similar to the one her student has. To her surprise, her student's curl turned into a heart shape.
"Mama!" The little girl ran towards the person who has yet to come into view of Ms. Honey. All she could see was that the person's curl also changed into a heart shape.
"Strange," Ms. Honey muttered to herself.
"Mama! Mama! I'm happy to see you! Come here, meet my teacher, Ms. Honey!"
The little girl grabbed the hand of the person and finally into the view of Ms. Honey.
"A man?"
"Huh. do you say something?"
"Oh, well, it's just,….where is your wife? Is she right behind you?"
"What? I don't have a wife."
"Oh, so sorry, then girlfriend then."
"I don't have one of those either. Are you hitting on me? You better not be."
The man lightly glared at Ms. Honey.
"Oh, no no no! It's just that my student here keeps talking about how excited she was that her mama is coming today. I don't want her to be disappointing. Also, to be honest, I'm quiet excited to meet this Mama that she praises so much."
"Ms. Honey! This is Mama!"
"…excuse me?"
"What, you have something against her calling me Mama?"
"N-no, it's just,…..you're a man."
"Get over yourself. Men can be Mamas too."
"…..oh, well…ok then. It's just…strange…that someone would call their male parent mama"
"Are you making fun of my daughter cause she like to call me Mama?"
"N-no no!"
"Now listen here Ms. Honey, I, Luciano Vargas, am this little angle's Mama. Got it?"
Luciano let his scary and intimidating aura go so he could scare Ms. Honey and show her who is boss. He was about to say more when his daughter interrupted him. "Mama! Don't be mean to Ms. Honey! She is nice. I like her."
"…That so? Well then Ms. Honey, my daughter has saved you. Don't piss me off again, capish!"
"Y-yes Sir!"
"Good. Now come on Bambina, I have tiramisu at home with your name on it."
"Yay!"
The two walked away and out of the classroom.
Ms. Honey feel to her knees. All of a sudden, she regrets ever having to meet Mama.
