“Then I want to be a fixer, just like you.” Her fingertips suddenly stopped and her whole face crumpled up in confusion, “How do I do that? Oh, do I get a special outfit like you?” The thought of that made her eyes light up again.

Anons from My Muses Children || Accepting

Tom beamed at his daughter wanting to follow in his footsteps, and he sensed her change of demeanor. “Well, when you grow up, you get to choose what you do. You get to go to a special school where you can learn everything you need to know! Whether that’s being a paramedic like Daddy, or a nurse, or a doctor.” His voice was filled with excitement as he spoke to his daughter. “Of course! Maybe Santa will find a special outfit for you, and we can match!” Tom was hyper aware of Christmas looming around the corner and he had already found a paramedic dress-up set for his daughter – something that she had asked Santa for Christmas when they’d visited recently.