what am I to do when I grow up?

The little girl looked into her soul.
She though that she wasn't gonna be a little girl for her whole life.
And she felt sad.

-what I am to do when I grow up?- she thought.

She remembered an episode of her life.
But she wasn't sure if that episode was actually a part of her actual life.
Or a fade image of something she had lived before this life.

She remembered the face of a woman, a tall brunette with long hair.
She remembered a hand touching that long hair.

-what I am to do when I grow up?- she thought.