I approach my target with precision.Child caught mid-tirade pauses.“Uh oh. Peregrine!” Confused I stop.“A what?” Another child turns.“Ms. Peregrine is here.” I shift,unsure to feel offended. InsteadI stand at watch, unmoving.“Peregrine! Peregrine!” They screech,taking off in another direction,once again ignoring me. I relaxfeeling centered in my body.I am able to set forth as needed,my brain…