Author's Notes:

Okay, this is yet another entry in Susanna's diary. She describes the conversation she has with her mother on the eve of her birthday and she also learns some important information about herself, as well as gaining some insight into their close and intimate relationship. Also in this chapter a little ritual of Amalthea is mentioned in which when a superhero turns 3-years-old, he or she immediately starts official training in order to become a professional superhero; this is done by throwing a little debutante ball to introduce that person into superhero society. I know it might seem early to introduce little kids into the world of superheroes, considering it would be years before they can gain complete control of their powers, so I guess better late than never, huh? After this chapter will be Susanna's birthday!

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Man I Hate Rainy Days!

This sucks! I can't watch television now because it is pouring profusely outside. I hate it when it rains especially when I have something important to record, like a new episode of Dr. Phil for instance. Oh well... Like my mother says, it can't be helped. However, I am very excited and eager for my birthday to arrive. I'm just puzzled and baffled at what my mother means by something special will happen on my birthday.

What special occasion will happen on my birthday, besides the 4th of July and my birthday? I just don't understand... Will Mother announce to the entire family that Kip is now an official member of our family and therefore my legal brother? Or something even better: Mommy is going to have a new baby! But I'm still scared; what if there is a sign that my womanhood is coming? I'll be a freak by the time I enter school! Do my parents know something that I don't?

My mother is even sewing a special dress for me; it's a vanilla cotton fiber sweater stitched with traces of red and strawberry sequins and thread and it has a heart design with a dove intertwined in it on the center of the sweater. It also is an accessory to a flimsy, slender, sinewy white satin strapped ballroom dress that is sparkly and dazzling with tiny diamonds.

She also bought me a pair of diamond earrings that dangles from my ears and she also wants to do my hair as well. "I'm going to coif and curry your hair into a cute, dashing, rakish little bun that is reminiscent of the Romanov era. You are going to look like a little Anastasia. My little girl is going to look so adorable!" my mother informed me with a chirpy tone in her voice as she brushed my hair. She then tussled and played with my spiky, bristled, white tipped streaked hair before adding with a slight frown bent in her lips, "I am definitely going to trim that little hairdo of yours and make you a little more feminine. You look too much like a Goth girl (Chuckling)." Oh, no...

She then lifts down a transparent wedding veil onto my head and examines me closely before saying to me with a joyful and elated voice, "You look just like a bride. My old heart will be so filled with joy the day you get married to someone you love. I was married two times before I met your father. I just hope you get married to someone you will spend the rest of your life with. I would hate for you to end up like me." My heart sank and I felt sorry for my mother as I detected her rueful, lamentable voice. My mother had been through so much; I thought to myself, she deserves so much happiness.

"Mother, what is the surprise you're planning for me?" I enquired my mother. "Tomorrow is going to be one of your most important birthdays of your life. You're about to reach a very important milestone; you're about to be formally introduced as a significant member of superhero society and will be presented as a young woman."

"Also, you're about to undergo an important event in your Jewish education and also in your life. There is something I must tell you; when you were two weeks old, I took you to the doctor in order to get you examined. The doctor did a thorough examination of you and gave me the shocking news: your eggs were unusually viable. That means that you can start being reproductively mature as early as 7-years-old. However, the doctor also said that your menstrual cycle may start at 3-years-old, so tomorrow, you should be watchful."

"This is also why I don't want you and Kip to sleep in the same bed; I'm afraid that he may impregnate you and the two of you might be obliged to enter an early marriage, and I don't want that, because you're not ready to get married and I'm adopting Kip as my son. I know this may be an inappropriate time to mention this to you, but don't take this the wrong way; if you ever have any questions you can always come to me, okay?" my mother calmly and placidly explained to me.

I was shocked and shaken by what I had heard and I remember swerving around to meet my mother face-to-face with a dumbstruck and flabbergasted expression on my face. "I don't want to get pregnant right now Mommy," I stammered timidly with a quivery voice. "I know, that's why it is best to wait until you grow up to start trying to have children," my mother stated to me patiently as she huddled me close to her.

"Why is it a milestone for me to become an important member of superhero society?" I asked my mother inquisitively as I perked my head up to her. "Because when you turn 3-years-old, which is only a day away, that is when you start officially training to become a powerful superhero and start working on your powers and abilities; in addition, you also get to start actively fighting with the team, albeit with supervision," Mommy answered to me in reply.

"So I now get to become a real superhero?" I chirped with a growing smile in my face. "Of course and we'll get a mentor for you as soon as possible and it's going to depend on how much we can afford to pay that mentor," my mother continued to explain to me. "Will it be like the quinceneras?" I persisted with my constant questioning. "Sort of; it'll be a small birthday party for you and also a huge, extravagant ceremony for you at City Hall."

"The mayor and his staff has birth certificates of every citizen that has inhabited Amalthea, making them able to pinpoint your birthday. Considering that you were also one of the first children born after the end of World War 2004 and The American War 2006, this will be a very special occasion for you," my mother returned a very patient and diligent reply to me loyally. I then flashed a brilliant grin at her and then hopped on my mother's lap while she murmured in a low voice, "Oh my God my baby's growing up so fast I can't believe it." Then she picked me up and soon the two of us were collaborating for me to try on my new dress and my new sweater.

Originally written July 3rd, 2009 at 4: 19 P.M.