“Future President”
“-Mom, I’m not going to be a veterinarian or a zookeeper anymore,” Patricija announces today.
“Why?” I turn to her.
“I’ve decided I’ll try to become a President.”
I sit up, and already with my heart clutched by a clip of tenderness, I ask why she’s decided to change the profession that had been “on top” for years.
“I’d tell everyone on TV that we don’t need war.”