The teacher smiled at the students in her schoolroom. “What do you want to be when you leave school?”
Miriam didn’t need to think about it. She already knew her answer.
“I want to be a mother,” she said.
There was a burst of poorly stifled laughter from some of the older students in the room, and the teacher smiled at her in that way grownups do when they think a small child has said something adorably ridiculous.
“That’s a little ambitious,” she said. “Don’t you want to be something a little easier? Like a doctor maybe, or a scientist?”
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: As a mini-challenge to myself, it’s a mini-story today – just 100 words.)