It was time. Time for her to make the decision. Her six best friends were there, at her birthday party. She had supermaxed gardening and maxed cooking and fishing. She had conquered more opportunities than she needed with her special ones being One Serving of Any Recipe, 25 Angelfish, Find Seeds, Help Boss Cater a Dinner, Deliver a Perfect Onion, and she won the Dish Contest. These and more helped her to receive her LTR of Food Replicator, Green Thumb and No Bills Ever, all of which were chosen to help her family. She had bought Hogan's Deep Fried Diner and Lost Willow Park, one of her favorite spots for fishing. She had achieved, at the last moment, her Lifetime Wish of being a 5 Star Chef. So much accomplished in so short a time, although there were times when it seemed so long. Now it was decision time.
*Where would I be in the future if you had not chosen as you did? How did you find it within you to become immortal? Was it because of the promise you made to Justin? It is strange knowing all these things yet being a being of spirit who has yet to come. I wonder, do you feel me watching you? Did any of the others, or is it because I will be the last that I have this ability? Choices. Yet ultimately, I will have no choice. I cannot choose to be born or not, and as the last immortal, even that choice is refused me. Or is it?*
Dear Diary, While the others danced and ate, celebrating what to me was not such a great event, I quietly and secretively, went into my kitchen. It was time. My mind had been made up for me the night I told our son what might happen in the future. The night I promised to never leave him.
I had worked long and hard to acquire all that was needed. I'm sure my family couldn't fathom why I had stocked our refrigerator with those strange fish. They had a rather pungent smell about them, but as a celebrated chef, they were starting to be used to my having some unusual things in the house. Here I go.....
The fish has to be cut in just the right way. The fruit minced finely with not a drop of juice lost.
Add the special, secret spice....stir so many strokes deosil and so many widdershins...
In the oven and......
Holy cow! What is that racket outside? I quickly put the prepared ambrosia into the refrigerator and went out to find....well remember that woman in the background I asked you to remember?...
Yep. She took that exact moment to go into labor! Talk about making what should have been a pretty spooky moment into an anticlimax! Nothing can supersede giving birth.
Now, instead of having just one husband freaking out, we had an entire party of people all jumping up and down, waving their hands and pulling out their hair. Sheesh! You'd think none of them had ever had that kind of experience before!
Some of the party goers started to leave. Just couldn't handle all that drama I guess. Momma to be listened to my calm direction and went to get into my car. We weren't going to waste any time getting her to the hospital and my car was the fastest around.
We got there with time to spare.
I had never been at a birth before that wasn't my own. What a strange and wonderful experience it was. Soon, momma and precious little girl were ready to leave the hospital, and I was more than ready to let dad take them home. I had things to do.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, (sorry, I just HAD to say that, lol)...
Well, I guess the party was over. And strangely enough, it was a huge success, with everyone talking about how epic it was. As for me, I was left with all the mess to clean up and I STILL had my ambrosia to eat.
So where were my guys? Justin and Jon were found exactly where I thought they would be...at their easels. Justin was working hard with his painting. He had a hard task ahead of him if he was to fulfill his Lifetime Wish of being a Descendant of Da Vinci. He had studied all the painting books as a toddler and as soon as he could hold a brush was at the easel right next to Jon. I think he also wanted to spend as much time with him as he could.
Jon, for his part, had maxed out his painting skills and had already done ice sculptures of Justin as a toddler and me as an adult. He was letting his dream of being a rock star go, and was sacrificing his own needs and wishes to ensure Justin and I would achieve immortality. If this isn't true love, what is?
Right in the middle of Jon's painting my elder portrait, we were all taken by surprise. How could I have forgotten? It was also Justin's birthday!
"Mom! Dad! What's happening? I'm not sure I want this!"
A little belated celebrating on my part. Well, I had to let him know it was ok, didn't I?
I thought he turned out to be a very handsome teenager, while he, adjusted to his new body shape.
I finally got to eat my ambrosia. Pretty good stuff!
Ok, so how come no one told me I'd still be an elder? I guess I'll have to make the best of it, but a wardrobe change and a new hair do were definitely in order! But that was for later. It now really hit me. I was going to be like this forever, only I was going to be like this without my beloved Jon. I determined then and there to make our last days together special ones.
More later, Diary. I have a serious case of the munchies!
