ONE YEAR LATER...
I laid my hand softly on Drew's sleeping head. Soft, tiny little hairs were starting to grow. I smiled.
His face looked at peace, despite the rough month he had. He had managed to beat the cancer, but he still has to go to an oncologist and take a shot with medicine to help him grow normally. His mother had died from her smoking habits. Drew was now eight years old, so I think he understood how it had happened. He has been so sad, its painful. But who could blame him? Certainly not me. I know what he's going through.
Now he lay on his bed in his house. Clara didn't make known who was to care for Drew if she passed. His dad was an MIA in the army, and no one expected him to come back. Everyone was confused and sad, wanting to know where Drew would stay. I was watching it all, and I knew if no one stepped up, Drew would go to an orphanage. And I didn't want that.
So I stepped up. I was going to take care of Drew, be his mother. I live with him now. On Earth.
But my Mother Nature duties have not gone away. I set up an office in Clara's old room. I brought down all of my "supplies," and worked my magic while Drew watched TV or slept. But I spent the most of the day with Drew, helping him with the death of his mother. He hasn't gone to school, of course, so he stays home with me. Family friends come to visit him. Often times they look at me and shake their heads at my hair color, as if that alone determined that I wasn't fit to take care of him. But I don't care. I see Drew look at me with admiration, and I feel proud of my decision to care for him. No, I will never regret that decision.
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