Gina watched the storm. She’d left the lights off so she could watch the lightning sparkle through the crystal chandelier, like fireworks. Her parents would never take her to real fireworks, saying she was too young. Also, if her parents woke up, she would get in trouble. It was hard being a child.
She’d been through it enough to know how it worked, but this time around it was harder. Maybe she was getting too old for this work. This was not her first time on earth.
In the beginning the work was exciting, being born, growing up, the family thing. By the time she was old enough for her assignment, she’d had a blast! Most lives were lovely, even though she knew now how they would end. But her last time was hard. She had been born ill, as part of the assignment. All her work was done before she was five, and then she died. She saw how hard it was for her parents, it broke something in her. If this assignment hadn’t been set up, she would have quit right then.
Sitting there, suddenly an image began to form, gold and white, she knew it was a messenger. She sighed, she was still so young. Would she be required to die young again?
The messenger spoke. “You will stay here for eighty more years. You will become a doctor who will help find a cure for the disease that took your life in your last assignment.” The messenger disappeared.
Suddenly Gina’s parents came in. “Gina! What are you doing down here!? You’re supposed to be asleep!”
“I was just watching the storm,” Gina said, suddenly very happy. “I’ll go right to bed, I love you!” and off she went to start making plans for her life’s work.