Jonah knew what he wanted to be when he grew up, at least as much as any kid could know, he might change his mind if something else sparked in his mind. For now, he wanted to be a doctor, taking care of infants and freshlings. Jonah still didn't like adults, they had let him down too many times in his young life for him to trust too easily. Whoever Noah and Jonah's parents were they didn't stick around to take care of their own kids, they left them to be taken care of my the orphanage and then caretakers. The twins had not had a chance to learn to trust adults, the caretakers were nice and all but really they were too busy to love each and every kid. These events had shaped who he was. Only time would tell if he would change and soften his heart to others. For now, though he cared about Noah and others younger than him, that was what made him want to be a pediatrician. He was the oldest. So he felt like he had to take care of Noah and all the other little kids at the orphanage. Those feelings of being a caretaker and protector hadn't gone away and he didn't think they ever would. It was part of what drove him to become a doctor, so he planned to study hard and get the best grades he could, so he could make his dreams come true. He laid back on his head looking at the ceiling and his brother sleeping in the other bed, yea this was what he wanted, he needed his own dreams, since one day Noah would fall in love and drift away from him, he couldn't drag Noah down, with his failures in social matters.
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