Despite how much I loved the children I’ve cared for, I’ve grown resentful of them. Resentful of the opportunities they have to become anyone they aspire to be. They’ll never need to choose a university based on the financial aid package or sacrifice their passions for a livable salary. They’ll be able to take unpaid summer internships that impress future employers instead of working minimum wage jobs to save for the year ahead. These things won’t matter. They can afford to be anyone they want to be.
