After a long day Willow has finally tucked herself into bed but as soon as she fell asleep, she had to wake up again. With a groan she hastily turned off her alarm clock and stared at her phone screen. Every day was the same routine. Dreading waking up, actually waking up, getting dressed and finally going to work. But in the end it was all a routine to her, she was used to it. She heaved her still asleep body out of bed and got ready for work. Willow hated the thought of going work. Actually, she hated going anywhere. If one heard her daily complaints, they would surely tell her to quit and find a new job. The job was badly paid, they never had enough staff and there were just too many kids. But she never quit. She always put up with it, going to work five times a week. And today was just the same. When she entered the building, greeting colleagues along the way, her anxiety spiked up most of the time. But when the first children arrived it was like a heavy stone was lifted of her shoulders. The children brought her the joy she needed, to still enjoy this job. One particular moment of the day was when she was playing a board game with a kid and she was suddenly interrupted by a poke in her arm. Turning to the kid, Willow always held a smile on her face. „What colour are your eyes?“ the kid had asked. Replying with a simple „green“ the kid was satisfied and went back to the drawing table. At that time Willow didn‘t think much of it. She was curious, of course, but she still went back to the boardback. After finishing playing the kid from earlier had came back, holding a drawing to her face. „It‘s for you!“ the kid had said with a joyful voice. On the drawing was scribbled down a human with green eyes, purple hair and a black outfit. Next to it was a heart filled with all the colours you could possibly imagine. It might not have been a well drawn picture, but to Willow those little gifts were everything. „Thank you so much, you used really colourful pencils.“ And when after another long day she finally came back home, she would put the drawing in a folder dedicated to the gifts she had gotten over her work life. Altough Willow dreaded going to work, she always came back with a smile.