In this set of journal entries, Sonya discovers the challenges of adulthood when she gives birth to a son so incredibly gifted, she finds her every expectation of him completely blown away. Yet he is her son. Join Sonya as she finds herself desperately grasping for every ounce of courage and foresight to raise him.Follow her ever growing maturity as she studies a race of water beings who had coexisted with humans for centuries without our proper acknowledgment or understanding.And then it is the when she reaches the height of adulthood, the responsibility she takes on becomes almost absurd. Trillions of beings are at stake. Can she handle it? Is she willing to let her own son help her shoulder such an incredible burden…and risk his own life for her, Enok, and the entire universe? “But what exactly would the guy on the street think about it? What would he do?” “It depends on the guy or gal. But Hollywood has already exposed everyone to this idea. Frankly, I don’t think it would affect them at all. There would be a few crackpots out there who would go off the deep end. But your average Joe Shmo? He is trying to make a living, raise a family, get ahead. He has too much on his plate to concern himself with alien beings.” We arrived at her stop. The wise old woman opened the door and stepped out. “Wait,” I said hurriedly, “I have one last question. What about the world’s governments? Should their tendency for isolation be respected?” She leaned toward me and smiled. I sensed she was perplexed by my questions but exercising infinite patience. “What is your name, dear?” “Sonya.” “Well, Sonya, isn’t it obvious governments do not care about us? So why should we care about them?” This rang true as well. Everything she said was right on as far as I could tell. "Thanks so much, ma'am. You were a great help to me." She smiled one last time, closed the door, and walked away. My next thoughts pivoted on what I should do with these insights. They were some of the most brash and daring musings I have ever entertained.