Purpose...

Name: Rowan.

Age: 32 years.

Sex: Male.

Occupation: Office worker.

Purpose: None.

Location: His parents apartment.

Why am I here? Why do I exist? Is there a meaning in my life?

I am like a speck of dust, just going with the flow, I'm not even that, even a speck of dust has a reason to exist but what is my reason.

No family, no friends and no girlfriend to accompany me, to fuel my presence, to give living a meaning, to give me a purpose.

Sigh.... Sigh...

Gone were days when I could laugh without a care in the world if only I could turn back time.

Suddenly a voice sounds in his head.

"Is that your wish"

Rowan: W-Who?

Mysterious voice: is that your wish.

Rowan: Who are you? Show yourself.

Mysterious voice: very well.

Suddenly! A beam of light fell from the ceiling, feathers started falling and a majestic mysterious white figure appeared.

Are you an angel?

Rowan asked with an expressionless face, but there was a gleam in his eyes that spoke on behalf of his whole being.

The mysterious figure said: I can give you what you want.

What I want?

Rowan replied this time with a troubled face;

Yes child I can give you whatever your heart desires.

said the mysterious figure;

Rowan: I want my purpose back, my family, that would be my wish.

Mysterious figure: I will grant your wish, but there is a price.

Rowan: What price?

Mysterious figure: you will know in due time.

Then the figure puts it's hand on the head of Rowan.

Rowan: Okay, but you still haven't told me who you are.

Mysterious figure: I can't tell you that, but I can give you my name.

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After hearing that he fainted.

Honey he's waking up.

Look how cute our baby is, a woman's voice.

He sure is, a man's voice.

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Rowan: What are these noises? Are there people outside? Who's talking?

Slowly opens his eyes.

My head is still spinning.

Tries to rub his eyes open.

Who's hands are these.

WHAT!?



WTF? I turned into a baby.

Aw, isn't he cute.

No, I went back in time.

A woman picks him up from his crib.

Rowan;

What? A man says in denial.

No, his name will be Elijah.

Rowan: They are my parents, they're alive.

Rowan started crying with teary eyes.

The woman: Look you made him cry, aw my baby calm down your mommy is here.

The man: Yeah, you better calm down champ or your mom here is going to get angry, even your old pops is no match for her when she's angry.

*Slaps on his shoulder*

Ow,

I wouldn't do that to my baby, that is for you only dear.

Ha…ha...ha~~ the man nervously laughs.

Rowan started laughing.

Look dear, even Rowan is laughing at you.

Suddenly Rowan hears a whisper in his ear.

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Rowan's parents.

Mother: Judie.

Father: Fredrick.

A happy family of three.