“Mr. Suea, can I take a photo with you?” the little girl looked up and asked me.

“What kind of person will he be inside? When you grow up, you'll still wear a mascot costume and act like a moron like this.”

It's because of this that I hate adults...

“Mr. Suea, can I take a photo with you?” the little girl looked up and asked me. No, she asked this orange shirt.

“Already got it, but aren't you afraid of tigers? Tigers are meat eaters.” I pretended to attack the little girl in front of me.

“I don't see any need to be afraid. Khun Suea is a good person.” The child's innocent smile Makes you feel happy every time

"If you're not afraid then let's take a picture. Mom, please allow me." I picked up the little boy and held him and let his mother take the photo.

When the child was satisfied with the photo, he walked away to continue taking photos with the other mascots. But he still turned around and waved at me. Children are so innocent that they are completely different from adults. I hate adults the most.

“Hey, Mr. Suea, can I take a photo with you?” This time it was a woman who appeared to be accompanied by her boyfriend.

“Yes, smile, one, two, three.” When they got the picture, the man and woman both laughed and walked away.

“The face is so funny. Why do kids like each other?” a woman's voice said.

“What kind of person will he be inside? When you're all grown up, you'll still wear a mascot costume and act like a retard like this,” the man added.

Because of this, I hate adults. In my heart I really wanted to tell him. Why do I have to work like this? I do this job because I love seeing the smiles of people who come to this amusement park. But the people who came included people who were like the girls from just a moment ago. People like a male and female couple And there are many other types when I was a child.

I've only been to an amusement park once. What impressed me was the mascot who acted like the character he was wearing. It is something that has been engraved in my heart since that day. I have a dream to be a mascot in an amusement park. Many people have their own dreams, including doctors, nurses, teachers, singers, and mascots like me.

But I often get laughed at when I tell people about this dream. I don't care what anyone says about me. After all, I have to be a mascot at an amusement park. And now my dream has come true. I love seeing the smiles of everyone who comes to the park. I like the smiles that make everyone happy. Although there are some things that make me feel dissatisfied, especially adults who like to look down on others.

My eyes fell on a woman sitting in a chair with a sad face. I made a move to sit next to her and rest. Her eyes were bloodshot as if she had just cried.

“Mademoiselle (Ma'am), is something wrong?” I asked, still behaving like a mascot's personality.

“Just thinking about old things. Just a little.” I don't know how to help her get over her sadness. My eyes caught sight of a truck selling balloons so I went and bought one for her.

“I will share my happiness with you ladies. Please take it as well.”

The girl looked still and then laughed wildly at him.

“This is Mr. Tiger,” she started talking to me. “Happiness is easy to give. Like this?” Her eyes were still sad. But his demeanor looked a little bit better.

“At least it will make you ladies laugh. You feel better now, right?”

"That's right. It's really gotten better. Even if it's not 100 percent better, thank you." She gave me a small smile.

“I too thank you for your smile, ma'am.” I suddenly remembered something. It was something I had never thought of doing before. “Would you like to go on a date with me, ma'am?” I held out my hand to her.

This time, she laughed again and placed her hand on the fluffy hand of the mascot costume. “Okay.”

I walked around the amusement park as usual. But this time, there was this young woman waiting beside me.

As she walked along, she told me that her father used to be the mascot at the amusement park, but he passed away last year. Every time she misses her father, she always comes to this amusement park. Because it was like a place of memories of her childhood following her mascot father around the amusement park.

We walked around the park until it was time for her to go home. I had to continue my duties so I could only wave goodbye to her.

“Come hang out again, ma'am.” I said this sentence to everyone, but to her, I secretly felt that I expected to see her again.

“Yes,” she replied, “but next time I would like to travel with the person inside the mascot costume, Mr. Tiger.” She smiled at me and waved goodbye. I followed her as far as my eyes could see.

“Then I'll wait,” I said with emptiness.

Maybe adults aren't all bad after all. Now, my duty in this amusement park is one more: waiting for her to return to this place again.