(D1, MN) Bee and baby (private)

[Bee Haw]

The confessional booth was an interesting idea. A place to share private thoughts. To process. They were supposed to use it.

And it was for a time like this, right? When she couldn't sleep?

She'd left the room as quietly as she could.

"There was an apartment fire. A villain triggered a bomb. I saw each person trapped, exactly where they were, who was in the most immediate danger. It helped, I think. We made a good team. Me, Uri-el, Frequency, and Tsehay Moqe. I described where everyone was. I watched over them. Every scared face. Uri-el flew so fast. He was able to rescue so many people at the same time! And Tsehay Moqe opened up a hole in the wall so the biggest group together had a path out."

"And I flew up to the 2nd floor, through the smoke and flames, and grabbed the baby alone in their crib. I used my power to calm them. Got them out safely. Got them back into the arms of their terrified parents. I hope it helped. Not just to keep them alive, but so their memory is less frightening. Less traumatic. I hope that baby has a really good life. Really good."

She took a deep breath.

"I ... I don't know how many chances I'm going to have to hold a baby like that."

Another deep breath. A slight hitch in her voice. She was not going to cry. But it was going to take effort to not do so.

"I found out after the change - the emergence? - that it's a trade-off. You can do amazing stuff, and that's good. I can help people. Like tonight. It's a calling. A duty. But the cost is you can't have children anymore."

A long pause. Her breath is unsteady.

"All I ever wanted to be, growing up, was a good mom. A good wife. Like my mom. Like most of the adult women I'd met at church."

"Maybe one day there will be a chance to adopt. Or someone with children of their own looking for a mother for them. I don't know. My time isn't really my own anymore. I have to do all the good I can, as often as I can, the best I can. So it's a safer world for babies in cribs, and all the kids, all the moms..."

She fell silent.

Take it to the Lord in prayer. That was what she should be doing. She was quiet then. Head bowed.

Minutes passed.

And then she got up. Expression a little calmer. Breath a little steadier. And headed back to her room.

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