“Family is by choice, sometimes,” Missy says, taking Linda’s hand in both of hers, much to Magic’s dismay.
“Yes,” Linda responds, holding her hand more tightly. “What’s it like where yer from?”
“Easier in a million ways. But we don’t have the comparisons, the highs and lows. We don’t have bodies, so we don’t have physical pain. But we don’t have love the way you have it. For us, everything is love, which is great. But there’s no dark to the light of love so we don’t know what’s missing.
“We watch what you do on this planet and think, ‘Why don’t they just get their act together?’ We have no idea how much you deal with, what the pain in the heart feels like. How complicated it is to try to work with nine billion different opinions.
“We think we could run it so much better. But we can’t. ‘Why can’t you just live like us,’ we’d wonder. It’s because you’re not supposed to. You’re the ones in the bodies, in the physical bodies. You have so much more, in a way.
“We can be on the other side of the universes with just a thought. You have to grow up for eighteen years, learn to drive, feed yourself every day and make sure you get enough rest and exercise.
“And then your loved ones die. Other people violate you. And you have wars that scar your soldiers for life. And then some of you carry that pain and trauma into the next lifetime, and the next, and the next.”
Linda remains quiet, as Missy is obviously on a spree with her long-quiet thoughts now being given a voice.
“But you keep righting yourselves. You keep steering the ship. No matter how hard it gets, most of you just keep on going and going. You live in cars and under bridges, yet still get up every day. You have droughts and pestilence that take your crops. And yet you plant again. You have natural disasters that level your towns. And yet you build again.
“You have family members who steal from you—not only material things but also your joy, your innocence. And yet you still love them, you still forgive them, you still feed them if they’re hungry, you still give them the shirt off your back.
“You have people ruining your food and your air and your water. Other countries have leaders who keep the food from the starving people. And yet you develop new ways to get food and water.
“You have people who kill your brethren. You have communities under constant siege. Some of you live alone with no touch and no conversation. And yet you keep on going. You keep on singing and dancing and loving and being awed by the vastness of space. You make new discoveries on top of new discoveries—time after time. Does that all make sense?”
Linda nods, obviously struck silent by Missy’s flow of words. The sun has set by now, casting orange and pink light on the clouds.
“And you have that!” Missy says, pointing to the sky. “And you have this,” she says, gesturing to her Earth mother’s hand in hers.
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