Ceremony of Twelve

          Well, today was the day. I knew my daughter, Anna had been crossing her fingers. There was really no reason to. Everyone knew she would be a caretaker of the old. Her birth number was five, one of the earlier for her group. Lucy and I where in the back seats listening carefully as they went along the line of twelves. One was called up. It was a male. He was given the job of pilot. That brought back good memory's. Next two went up, then three, and then four. "Five." It was finally Anna's turn. She slowly walked up the stairs. They gave a nice speech. Then she got her job. It was Caretaker of the Old. A huge smile broke across her face. She couldn't wait to start her training.