Melody drummed her fingers against her leg, eyes squinting slightly at the paper. She hadn't given the question any real though before, and now she was stumped. What did she want to be when she grew up? Well, something useful, for one. Something that helped others. She had spent so long feeling like a burden, she didn't want to continue feeling as if she held no actual substance to her. Yet, she wasn't sure what she wanted to help with. She didn't want to be a nurse or doctor. She had no interest in being a vet. She hated the idea of being a teacher (she was mute, how would that even work?).

Suddenly, it hit her.

She was not only mute, but hallowed. Two disadvantages in life. She had always received gentle care from those who loved her.... what if she helped hallowed and disabled children? She could work at an orphanage, or help them adapt to the world. Perhaps even offer her own stories. Maybe, she could bring the same joy those around her brought her to others when she was an adult.

Yeah, that sounded like a plan.