Misty NightSurrounded by a white, misty film, I tried to adjust my vision to see. Anything familiar would soothe me at this point. Nonetheless, I saw nothing. Am I dead?" I thought to myself. Is it possible that the afterlife is like this? I started to feel very anxious. The thick fog completely consumed my body and mind. This was not what I had planned for myself. The My life was expected to be filled with happiness, love, beautiful views and the joy of watching my children grow up. Where is my sanctuary? The last thing I remember was looking out the window and seeing the clear sky at that moment? I will join those I love so deeply. My hypothesis has been repelled by a glimmer of reflection on my life up to this point. I was born into a middle class family in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California, in the 2400s. My father was. a subnucleic maintenance efficiency worker, my mother a housewife At three years old, I began to develop an interest in news programs, especially c-span I was told that instead of playing with dolls, I would play with calculators. By seven I was wearing my virtual reality suit and browsing the business section of all the top companies online. My parents then realized that I had a knack for business and was career-oriented. After much thought and saving money over time, they decided to send me to a private school in Japan. This school was said to be number one in the world, and their focus was business and financial markets. From the age of thirteen until eighteen, I went to school. I earned my series seven license at fourteen, then my bachelor's degree at fifteen, an MBA at seventeen, and became an accountant at eighteen. When I returned to California, I was fluent in five languages, Japanese, Spanish, Portuguese, and French, not to mention English. My parents then knew their money was well spent and found abundant respect for my intelligence. Having been away and buried in books for much of my adolescence, I never had the opportunity to socialize with other boys and girls. When they returned to California, my parents made sure I stayed under their roof (I was still their child), even though they knew I was responsible and faithful to their rules.