The answer, of course, is that we didn't decide anything.
It was decided for us.
I firmly believe that mythical godmothers make appearances at our cradles, and bestow their gifts.
The godmother who might have blessed me with a singing voice did not show up;
the goddess of dance was nowhere in sight;
the chef-to-the-angels was otherwise engaged.
Only one made the journey to my cradle, and she whispered, "You will be a storyteller."
- Mary Higgins Clark.

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