“Are you lost, young man?”
I sigh. I know what people think of me. I understand why they want to help. But they can’t possibly understand my struggle.
You see, I was once a real person. An adult, with dreams. A job. I was a wildlife biologist. That’s right! You wouldn’t ever guess it to look at me now, but I’m a trained scientist.
“Where’s your mother, little boy?”
I worked tirelessly throughout my career to preserve natural habitats, to track and catalogue endangered species. It was good work, and I loved it.