Impossible Questions

"Stop staring."

Taking the small hand in her own and giving a sharp tug.

Once a safe distance away.

"That could be you."

The owner of the small hand looks down, confused.

"But I am me."

A shrug.

"Perhaps if you hadn't been so lucky, if you hadn't been born this way."

Still confused.

"Like reincarnation?"

Still tugging.

"Where did you learn that word? And no."

More confusion.

"I was born here, where else could I have come from?"

Exasperation.

"A universe where children ask fewer questions"

Thinking this hard is painful.

"The girl from before is from another universe?"

Pause.

"Are our lives very different?"

The tugging stops.

"I suppose not. Regardless of where we are, children will always ask impossible questions."