Children and Parents.

I am two people. On the outside, I have responsibilities.

On the inside, I am a child and I do as I please. It's as though I am my own parent. As I walk home, the child weaves themselves between the crowds and plays with the strangers.

As I sit in class, the child swings their feet and pushes buttons randomly on the calculator. As I argue, the child forgives.

Love is when someone else's child asks yours to play.