The Child

Earth is so different compared to home. The plants, the animals, the languages. The people are probably my favorite part of it all. They look at us as though we are their gods, we aren't though. The people are so different though they are all the same species. From all over their world they are so different. Some are tall, some short, some with colorful hair, others with brown or blonde. Their art is so strange too and diverse. There is so many kinds of art. The way their sun shines, and casts a vibrant color show when the day turns to an end is something so pure and beautiful. This planet has so much to offer and much for us to learn though it servers a less place for vacation or science expedition. At home this planet is known to us as our breeding ground, you see my species can't procreate without humans. No one knows why for sure, the elders say it has something to do with their blood. Though no one has really tired to experiment much with it to try and create one of us in a tube. It's against our laws, our values. Life isn't to be made in a test tube. We aren't cruel when using humans to create life. We don't steal babies from their cradles at night, our men don't rape random women on the streets, we are gentle, we ask consent, we are patient. Once every year ten families are chosen to give us children to start our new generations. It's called the picking. The humans of Earth are very excited for the picking. They welcome us with open arms. The week of the picking is a long one filled with celebrations, gifts, trades, and of course the ceremony to produce the children. This year is my families turn to produce a child of the generation.