My heart pounds loudly in my chest, and I have to stop myself from putting my arm around her and pulling her closer. "Definitely," I say. I can see the shift in her demeanor - the slump of her shoulders, the way her eyes dull. She's getting bored. Or sad. And all I want to do is make her laugh again. "Tell me, Emily, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I do a horrible impression of a stuffy therapist.
She laughs loudly, which earns us dirty looks from the twins, but I don't care. Hearing Emily's laugh is a bright spot in this otherwise dark situation.
"I've always loved fashion and make-up, so I think I would've done something in that field, but honestly, I'm undecided. I really don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life. Is that weird?"
"Not at all. Most people don't know what they want in life until they go to college for a year or so. Me personally, I want to pursue a career in education."
"You want to be a teacher?"