She lowered her gaze, hands clasped nervously.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Then suddenly—
“Miss Elena!”
Lucas and Leo rushed toward her from across the room, both dressed in matching beige blazers and navy ties.
Before she could react, they stood in front of her, smiling.
Leo held out a small bouquet of wildflowers—slightly uneven, clearly picked by small hands.
Lucas held a white, heart-shaped card.
Her breath caught.
“Happy Mother’s Day,” they said together.
The room fell silent.
Elena’s hand flew to her mouth as tears filled her eyes.
“No… boys… I’m not—”
“You are to us,” Lucas said gently.
“You take care of us,” Leo added. “You listen. You help. You stay when we’re scared.”
Elena couldn’t speak. The emotions rose too quickly, too deeply.
Around them, the other children began to clap—softly at first, then louder, until the room filled with applause.
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