"We got another one!"

"We got another one!" I yell into the house. We have been waiting on this shipment for over two months.  The last time we received this, we literally saved a life.  Now my family loves receiving humans in saran wrap.  We have to defrost them because they are being saved for a special family like us.  A couple months ago it was a six-year-old who we saved, and now it is an eighty-year-old man.  It kind of disturbs me to see him, and to slowly watch him defrost. I put clothes on him before I shove him in our new oven we bought for this type of occasion.  The six-year-old walks in while I am doing this; she asks me what I am doing.  I tell her "This is what we did when we got you, it is how you are here today".  She looks at me with great discern, but then she smiles.  She asks if she can help cook because she knows that he is going to be hungry when he is fully defrosted.  Since all of this is normal to the family, the only thing that concerns me is "What am I going to do with an eighty-year-old man?"