"What did you want to be when you grew up?" Ben asked, laying in bed with Charlie on a lazy Sunday morning.

"You mean like an astronaut or a fireman?" asked Charlie.

"Sure. Or I mean... did you always know you wanted to be a teacher?"

"I suppose. I mean, it wasn't like my ultimate dream job when I was a kid, I never thought to myself, ‘When I grow up, I'm gonna be like Mrs. Nolan. But I knew I wanted to help people."

"Me too."

"Well you're lucky then, because you are."

"Yeah," Ben said, kissing Charlie's forehead. "But what did you want to be when you were a kid?"

"A writer, I guess? I was always really good at telling stories."

"Why did you never explore it?"

"I guess I just never had an interesting enough story to tell as a grown-up?"

"Bullshit. You live in the heart of Boystown. There's stories for years there."

‘Well what about you? Did you always know you wanted to be a doctor?

"Yeah. I also want to help people. On a deeper level."

"How so?"

"Well I guess... on a global scale?"

"Like Doctors Without Borders?"

"Yeah," Ben said, pausing for a moment, holding Charlie tight. "So... I got accepted. Do you want to go with me?"

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