[ WP ] As you reach certain milestones in your life , you are allowed to get certain `` upgrades '' for your body . These can range anywhere from an increase of 10 IQ points to angel wings to hardened bones .

Within almost all of history certain birthdays were celebrated and praised more so than others. Examples being, double digits with 10, becoming a teenager at 13, `` sweet 16'', 18 and leaving home, 21 and legal, and so forth. 
 
 
 In this world it's different. When you reach a certain age you're allowed to choose any upgrade you want, however this upgrade will be overwritten when you hit, what we call: a milestone. 
 
 
 A milestone is a event in your life that changes the direction of your life. Where if it were n't for a milestone you would have been an astronaut, but instead you ended up a farmer, or vice versa. 
 
 
 Now, imagine a kid who loves swimming, he swims day and night, spending most of his time underwater. One could say he was semi aquatic, in fact on his tenth birthday he decides to gain gills, which he uses obsessively until the day his father dies in front of him. 
 
 
 His father loved sky gazing, looking at the stars and daydreaming of flying. He always wanted to travel to the moon but certain milestones in his life prevented this. He ended up a construction worker, having the ability to climb walls with immense strength. He enjoyed his work, always so high up that he could barely breathe. But his real dream was taunting him, always *just* out of reach. 
 
 
 The day he got a kid his life changed completely, he gains the ability to create 2 of himself. Since his wife died in labor he needed the extra set of hands, and what better way to look after your child than having two of yourself? However when his son turned 10 he lost this ability, replaced with telepathy so he could join his son underwater. Keeping track of him from above the surface. 
 
 
 See, the father was scared of water, he would never step in a pool of water that reached above his waist. Much less above his head. At least until the day he died. 
 
 
 One day the son did n't surface throughout the day and the father, while at work, could n't reach the son. He did n't respond to his `` are you okay'' messages that he would send to his son every morning and night. Right when he woke and right before he slept. 
 
 
 See, when the son turned 18 he decided to gain the ability to counter his fathers ability of telepathy, able to control what his father heard and when he could speak to him. I guess you could say he wanted his privacy. This day, however, it would cost him his fathers life. 
 
 
 His father left work early that day, have n't hearing from his son for a whole day was normal but something felt off. He stayed above the surface, frantically yelling for his son, telepathically probing whatever was down there, hoping to reach him. He was scared a milestone happened and his son drowned, and he was praying that this moment would allow himself to gain some ability to save him. No luck. 
 
 
 The father, without hesitation dove into the lake his son swam in for the majority of his life. He swam deep, holding his breath for as long as he could. Until the moment that he could n't. 
 
 
 His lungs filled up with liquid, his eyes stinging unable to see. Yet he continued to swim, hoping that if he were to die today he could at least see his son one last time. He was his pride, his joy, his everything. The last thing from his late wife, the first thing and last thing he thought of throughout the day. He was his son, and he was his father. He needed to see him. 
 
 
 So he did. 
 
 
 A milestone happened, or a miracle. He was able to see everything, and as his eyes were slowly closing he saw his son swimming graciously, like a bird in the sky, towards him. With his last heartbeat he felt his son's warm embrace in a cold lake for the last time. 
 
 
 The son was spending the day underwater, practicing, perfecting a routine he created. He wanted to show his father that what he loved would be something they could share, how something underwater could be seen as flying, as something up in the air. He was unaware of his fathers yells, and frantic calls, only focused on making his father proud. Hoping to create the perfect gift for the anniversary of his mother's death, his birthday, the day his father died. 
 
 
 As he completed the final routine, he flew one last time and saw his father underwater. A smile on his face, pride beaming through him. The son could feel his father's heart slowly stop. As he raced to grab him, he held on and swam as fast as he could to the top. Like a jet, a rocket to the moon he sped through the water to the surface. 
 
 
 As he held his fathers hand, yelling for hope, he looked down as his father let out one final message telepathically. 
 
 
 *'' I love you, I'm proud of you, and so is your mother. `` * 
 
 
 `` Thank you'' his father said with his dying breathe. 
 
 
 That day the son lost all his abilities. He lost his ability to breathe underwater, his ability to control his father's telepathy, his ability to know that his father was okay. 
 
 
 Instead, he gained one last ability. The ability to revisit one day. 
 
 The day that he was born. He often returned to this day, emotions mixed with sadness, happiness, pride, love. He saw his family together for the second time, in his life. He saw his mother holding himself, his father holding his mother, and both of them, no all three of them were smiling. All immune to death, to sadness, hate, fear, and pain. In that moment everything was perfect, and the son was able to revisit that day, able to watch but nothing more. 
 
 
 Granted it was n't perfect, he could n't control or change anything, but over time he was content. 
 
 
 The son is a father now, with a daughter of his own, and a loving wife. All with unique abilities, that as amazing as they are, are nothing compared to their natural skills and gifts. 
 
 
 On his 50th birthday, the now father heard something he has n't heard in a long time. He heard his father's voice in his head. He tried to reach back, to talk but he could n't. All he knew was that the voice came from an old home, a home he has n't been to since he was born. The home that his mother and father stayed. 
 
 
 He packed his things, he brought his wife and daughter, and they took a trip back to his old home away from home. No idea what to do, or if they'll see his father there. All they had to go on were three words. 
 
 
 *'' are you okay? `` *
