Melody remembered how she first came into being. After she came out of the cloning tube, she found a 4 foot tall Gray alien, which later she would learn their names were Reticulans, told her, "Your name is MEL-07. Follow our orders if you expect to live long."
"W-what am I?" she asked.
"You're clone #7 of a specimen we have taken years ago. You're species is an ungulate."
"You mean some kind of deer?"
"A gazelle to be exact." the gray responded. "You're female and are capable of reproduction. We can see if you are able to produce offspring at a later time and date."
"Are most gazelle clones?" she wondered.
"You are a very young soul that doesn't know any better. We'll report this to the master Draconians." the Gray responded. "No, most gazelle are born from a single male and female. You have no parents and no childhood so we will have to aggressively train you from scratch."
"Draconians?"
"The reptile leaders that created us." the Gray said in a monotonous voice.
"So I don't have a family." the gazelle thought to herself.
"Who created the Draconians?" MEL-07 asked.
"An el named Lucifer. That was billions of years ago."
"What's my purpose?"
"To serve your masters and whoever we sell you to. Do your job well."

***

PRESENT TIME

Melody was looking in her mirror. Usually she admired her beauty but tonight she was thinking about her inner problems. "I have no family but a host. I was created, not born. I never had a childhood. What does that make me? What if I do get married and have kids? What would my fawns think if they discover their mother was only a copy of someone real? Do I even have a soul? Am I a real person? Was I not supposed to exist if I never been cloned?" Tears had run down her cheeks. She wiped her face with a tissue and decided to call Alfonzo who seemed to know about extraterrestrials and souls, at least more than she knew.
"Hello, Melody, how has your day been?" the blue fox asked.
"Are clones people too?" she asked.
"Of course clones are people. Why'd you ask? Did the Grays say something to you recently via a channeled message?"
"No, just been thinking about my creation." Melody explained.
"Ah, I gotcha. I have been doing studies on starseeds, people who have been extraterrestrial souls from other planets and stars from previous lifetimes. The Grays have cloned themselves so they are genderless and cannot reproduce. However they do have souls. Just because you are a copy of someone else doesn't mean you are soulless. They're are Gray starseeds as well as ungulate starseeds as well."
"Okay. Do you know if I have a purpose?"
"Yes, but that is something you have to figure out for yourself." Alfonzo said.
"Am I supposed to serve a master like what the Grays said."
"No. The Grays are one of the darker alien races out there. Not all of them are that negative. Some of them revolted against the reptile overlords and decided to help others rather than harm. Don't let your current lifetime as a clone determine who you are. Write your own story and embrace all of you."
"All of me?" she asked.
"Yes, ALL of you. Both the things that you like about yourself as well as the things you don't like about yourself. Only then will you overcome your own insecurities."
Melody paused a moment thinking about this to herself. "So that means embracing myself with compassion and understanding both the light and dark aspects of myself and loving and forgiving myself, right?"
"You got it. Just keep in mind this is going to be a continuous journey, some of it being unpleasant, but as you continue on, the more you will understand."
"Thank you, Alfonzo." she said.
"Call if you have any other questions about your personal journey or if you just want to share something with me."
"Will do." Melody responded. She hung up her phone. "Maybe I might clear my head with a little yoga next."

The End