Lily walked inside the preschool, with her son Arthur in tow, who could only blankly stare at the foreboding walls of his new preschool. She knew they were unmistakably late, and kept her twisting face of embarrassment under a mask. Children's voices fluttered out of a nearby room, so Lily took her semi-dutiful passenger to its doorway, and peeked in. "Arthur, go play with them, Mommy will be back," she firmly stated the order. The firm grip on Arthur's hand slipped, and he cautiously took his first steps into the unknown.