The pre-school Atlas chose for his kids was surprisingly... normal.
Lola had heard of and even been in schools where only the rich go. While this wasn’t an entirely ordinary school, it was one that a humble family could afford for a better education.
"We mainly focus on developing the children’s skills and preparing them for higher education. Although there are plenty of activities where we encourage children to compete in other sports or academic categories, it’s not as pressuring as it sounds," said the principal, walking alongside Lola. "Your children will fit right in."
Lola smiled at the principal, stopping in the open corridor where they could see the twins playing with a few other children on the playground.
"I hope they get along with everyone," she said, her eyes soft as she watched the twins. "They’re a bit special, after all."
The principal, an older lady, chuckled. "All children are special."
No, I mean they really are special... in a different way.
"They all are," Lola agreed, keeping her thoughts to herself. "So, they can start tomorrow?"
"Yes!" the principal said. "We already handed you their schedule. As for their uniforms, there are already uniforms available in the office. However, if you wanted it personalized, it’s also fine if they come to school without wearing uniforms yet."
Lola smacked her lips and nodded in understanding. Shifting her eyes back to the twins, a strange feeling crept into her heart.
"They’re growing fast, aren’t they?" the principal hummed, earning Lola’s attention. "You look just like any parent who is sending their children to school for the first time. It’s an emotional ride."
The thing was, Lola had only known the twins for a few weeks, not even a month. The principal reached out and patted Lola’s back.
"It’s alright," the principal said. "It’s a normal feeling."
"Thank you," Lola whispered, appreciating the principal’s welcoming nature.
The two of them quietly watched the children playing on the playground with a smile. It didn’t take long for Lola to understand why Atlas, even though he could have sent his children to a more competitive and expensive school, chose this one.
She would choose this one any day for them, too. It was better than a rip-off school, as this one would preserve the children’s peace and ensure they could enjoy being kids around other children who were more interested in playing instead of building their network at a very young age.
He really isn’t that bad of a parent... sometimes.
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Hours later, Chacha sat comfortably on Atlas’s lap while Second knelt beside him on the couch.
"And they have a big playground, too!" Chacha stretched her arms wide to demonstrate the school playground’s size. "And the principal was very kind!"
"Father Sir, our teacher is very kind, too!" Second added, tapping Atlas’s shoulder. "We will be good to them!"
Atlas nodded in satisfaction. "Do you like it?"
"Mhm!" they hummed and nodded in unison. "We want to join all the clubs they have!"
"We heard there are competitions we can join, too! Should we?"
Lola pursed her lips, seated on the one-seater while watching the twins happily share their day with their father. Although they always cling to him, watching them today was a particularly heartwarming scene. After all, their father wasn’t the type to show affection and was unfazed by anything. It was the little details he did for them that made things even more touching.
Her brows rose as she glanced at Atlas, who was pondering what Second had said.
Atlas shrugged. "Do it," he said, making Lola secretly smile.
Of course, why would he discourage them?
Her thoughts, however, quickly changed when Atlas suddenly added, "Crush them all."
Lola’s face twitched. It was almost perfect, she thought. Almost!
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