Child of Another Kind

They came for me the next morning.

Teacher,” I said. “Can you feel love?

I’d heard the expression about living in glass houses, but I never expected to actually be doing that.

Everyone on Earth knows there’s no love as strong as a mother’s love.

I wondered what the Teacher would do if I refused, but I had no reason to. I found him to be a fascinating ... being, and I enjoyed his company.

Later, I would understand more fully how deep and enduring the love of a mother for her child can be, but at that time, I just knew she felt something coming, something dangerous.

For now, I had escaped. I was free. And I wanted to know what freedom really felt like, at least for a while.

I longed to have my mama come to me and sing me a song that settled me down while she rubbed my back, quieting my restless mind and pouting heart and helping me fall asleep, knowing I was loved.

We do not sleep,” said Aya. “These bodies do not require it. All they need is food to provide them with energy. Sleep is not needed.

He’s a bad man, Mama, came the thought, somehow manifesting itself into the voice of my little Maddie.

No,” said the doctor. “It’s something I’ve never seen before. Something I don’t think anyone has seen before.

The world was becoming a very puzzling place for me. I didn’t understand why bad people were allowed to tell good people what to do. What kind of world would allow that to happen?

Please explain to me why the people here on World 2B can hate one another when it comes to differences in religion, yet put religion aside when pursuing other matters of self-interest.