Her mother calls her little wanderer. Her brother says she’ll twist a joint if she swings from one more branch. she’d play dress up and hopscotch.
She loved to twirl most of all. It’ll transport her into Neurkhkryx, where everyone is minuscule, like crystal. All eleven tribes are peace-loving. Poverty doesn’t exist. It is Nirvana.
Chihuahuas are the deadliest creatures, and leopards are homebred.
Her extraterrestrial neighbor, Ayo, who migrated from Azuzu, the ninth planet, would stop by with oatmeal raisin cookies whenever she voyaged here. There is no segregation between ETs and Neurakhites, neither is immigration laws complicated. There is no prejudice.
Amongst them, she is giant. They’d stare in awe then make pictures with her. They’d invite her to their homes to dine and meditate. There is only one God, Yahweh, whom they meditate to and they’d often ask questions about the world she came from, Earth.
She’d always have to leave, this made her forehead wrinkhttps://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wrinkle/le. Back to the other world and its troubles. Her mother would take her to Dr., and he would say;
“Your child has absence seizures, and perhaps a mild autism. Be wary lest she wanders too far”.
Before the first luminous star fades. She would fold unto her mother’s thighs. A smile painted on her lip.
One day, this world would accept her just like in Neukhkryx, this she was certain. And maybe then she could show them that being different isn’t as scary as it’s played out to be.