Momma took me into her chambers. That's what we called rooms where I'm from. She told me that I had been selected by the Outreach Committee of Abrath, our planet, to search for something of great importance.
Her eyes swelled with tears, not sad tears but tears of pride.
She slid a finger under her middle eye, examined the drime (Earth's tear) as it glittered bright shades of green and orange, "You are the first Quibly chosen for this task, ever."
Her face was frowning but our connected emotional systems indicated an exclamation of joy.
I looked up at her, eyes wide, "I'm ready Momma. I've always been ready."
With a nod, "I know you are my sweet Jerm Jenson. It is your destiny."
Turning nine hundred and eighty four decagons old (twelve years old in human years) meant I was officially eligible for this mission.
If only my Daddy could see me now.