She is still uncertain if she should be a scientist, an artist, or a unicorn veterinarian when she grows up. The crease above her nose tells me these are serious decisions.
I keep my vote to myself. “What happened to your dragon farm?”
“Oh, I’m still doing that but there’s a lot of free time in dragon farming. Especially if you’re helping.”
“I’ll be helping.”
She pulls a piece of paper from her bag. “I’ll make a list. Pros and cons. I want to be a scientist so bad but there’s so many sick unicorns who need my help.” She sighs deeply. The world is heavy on her shoulders.
Based on the prompt beloved https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/beloved/