How I Explained My Job to My Mother

That is actually me

When his friends from his generation were asking “What does Thomas do for a living?”, my late, great uncle used to reply: “He works with the Moon!”. I never really tried to correct him. I liked it that way. May he rest in peace.

What shocked me a little bit more was how difficult it was for my mother to understand my job, and, most of all, how hard it was for her to explain it to somebody else. My…