“What exactly makes an adult different from a child?” asked the kid.
“Structure”, said the woman with the irregular working hours while trying to tidy her messy apartment.
“Security”, said the man who made his money at the casino.
“Reliability”, said the woman who had forgotten to show up at her date.
“Purposefulness”, said the man who was, after years and years, still searching for a job he actually liked.
“A family they could choose”, said the woman, crying, not knowing whether her partner would come back after their last fight.
“Independence”, said the man with the broken foot, waiting for his partner to help him downstairs.
“Responsibility”, said the woman blowing the smoke of her cigarette into the face of her new-born.
“Control”, said the man while the woman next to him absent-mindedly touched her black eye.
“Knowledge”, said the woman who didn’t really know who she was or who she wanted to be.
The kid continued searching, exploring, growing, finding, stepping back and stepping forth, wondering, learning, fearing, laughing, crying, being…
And so did the adults.