He chuckled and then laughed deeply, "Actually yes, I want to be a psychiatrist for people, for teens really like us, who are troubled and are thinking about-," Then he stopped himself.
"Oh…" You were a little stunned, "So…Ivan…have you been talking to me as a friend or as a future patient?" You asked a little tensely, "Be honest with me."
"Friend, without a doubt."
In hopes to change the subject to a lighter tone you asked, "What about your parents?"
The tension grew a little more and he looked down at his feet for a few minutes, "I was two months after I turned sixteen, I was doing my homework with my two sisters, and I heard that my parents were in a car crash. First it was my little sister, then it was my older sister, they both took their lives and…I never saw them again." A tear came into sight as it fell from his face.
"Oh, gawd, I'm sorry Ivan, I had no idea…dang my big mouth."
"It's fine…so, putting those thoughts aside, what do you want to be when you get out of high school?"
You smiled with a twinkle in your eye, "I've always wanted to be a stand up comedian or a clown in a circus." You shook your head with a laugh, "Sounds silly huh?"
"No, I think it's amazing that you want to be spending your life making others happy and laughing."
"You think so?"
"I know so." He confirmed.