“How does this look?” Myra asked as she held up a blouse and skirt. The blouse was a solid red, and skirt was black.
“You’re too young for that,” Jennifer replied. “I know what your going for, but that will make you look goofy, not serious.” Myra considered it for a second, and then put the clothes back on the rack.
Jennifer knew the conversation that was in front of her, but hoped Myra would wait until they at least made it back into the car. They were currently in a crowded mall picking out new clothes for Myra.
She had agreed to help the government in anyway she could with the alien threat, and she wanted something more presentable then her current wardrobe. It struck Jennifer kind of weird. It’s the end of the world, so lets go shopping?
She knew that was second on Myra’s agenda though. What she really wanted was to convince Jennifer to join them. Jennifer didn’t want to disappoint her daughter, especially in a crowd, but why would she agree to help save a world that brought her nothing but misery?
Still she was afraid for Myra. She wished she could talk Myra into coming home with her. They would likely survive the invasion out in the countryside. They can then live out their lives in peace. All it would cost them is just a little freedom, and freedom is overrated anyways.
Alas, she could see the determination in Myra’s eyes. She often saw the same determination in her father’s eyes, and that also didn’t end well much of the time. She had no desire to fight these aliens or the government bureaucracy. She kept telling herself that Myra would be fine, but never quite convinced herself.
“Ok,” Myra said. “I’m done with this store. Lets get something to eat.” When they got their food, Myra pulled Jennifer off to the corner where they could talk alone. When they got done eating Myra looked at her mother for a few moments. Jennifer thought about interjecting before she can even begin, but decided against it.
“You know what I’m about to say,” Myra said finally. “You always do.”
“Yes,” Jennifer replied.
“And you know all the reasons why I’m asking this of you?” Myra asked.
“Yes,” Jennifer replied. “And you know all the reasons why I’m going to say no?”
“Yes,” Myra replied. “I guess I’ll have to make a more convincing argument. How about this? I’ll die if you don’t.”
Jennifer looked at her without saying anything, so Myra continued. “You were chosen for a reason. Maybe we can push back the Biaz invasion without you somehow, though I doubt it, but none of the races will ever survive the challenges that lay ahead. You are the only person in all four races that can give us a chance at victory. I believe that with all of my being.”
Myra leaned back a little. “It is your right to refuse, but I can’t. I guess I have too much of my father in me. I will try with every once of my being to succeed, for all of the races sake, and for you.”
Myra smiled in silence for a moment as she stared at her mother. “Will you help me mother? Besides we both know your going to be miserable either way. You might as well save four worlds while your doing it.” Jennifer had to admit to herself, she did have a point there.
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