Vivian's POV
Vivian loved her job, she really did. But sometimes she wished that she had chosen something else to do, that she had not picked that particular career.
In other industries, when a person was having a bad time, all that they had to do was make it through the front door and fake being cheerful when greeting their co-workers. After that it was just a matter of staying in their cubicle pretending to work, and letting their tears fall silently, ( at least she assumed that office jobs were like that).
But as a preschool teacher, Vivian did not have that luxury.
Were it up to her, she would have been curled up beneath her desk just bawling her eyes out. But that was not the way that being a teacher worked.
If it were adults that she was hiding from, she would have been able to at least let a few tears slip out here and there. Pretending like she had allergies or something. But kids were a whole different ballgame, they were emotional bloodhounds.
