For years, I wandered from one carnival to another, spreading joy while concealing a hidden burden.

But then I met her. Simple yet profound, like the laughter I craved. After my show, I couldn't resist. With my clown makeup still on, I approached her as she gazed at the Ferris wheel, my heart racing beneath the paint.

"Hello," I whispered, "I've seen you in the audience. What's your name?"