"The stars! They're so marvelous!" He exclaimed, his eyes beaming, "Indeed. But..." the other boy paused. "But what?" "It's...nothing. Anyway, what do you want to be when you grow up?" The older boy asks. "I want to be a president!" He replies in a very naïve way. "I see. Well," the other boy continues "let's say you were president. What kind of president? Would you be a bold, aggres-" "I want to be the most bravest and kindest president of them all!" The little one squeals. "Okay. But, let me tell you something. Something important." "What is it? Tell me!" The boy asks with his wide, curious eyes. "You will probably not become the person you want to be." The second boy says. "Huh?!" The first one yells in disbelief. The boy then accuses that the teenage boy is lying to him. He points his finger at the second boy. Then, he starts to hurl insults. Finally, he stomps away to his home. "I see. Childish as always. Well, he should've listened. He's going to for sure regret it."