The room is dark. I stand alone with Zedia. Today is the day I will choose my life. How is Zedia so calm? Maybe because she knows what she will choose, and I don't. My parents want me to choose the sun. It's what they have prepared me for. But the sun isn't me. Bold, smart and acknowledgeable doesn't suit my personality like the moon does. Laid-back. Soothing. Not now. Now I am stressed. My parent's faces would burn forever if I didn't choose the sun. But if I did, guilt would hang inside me for as long as I live.