My new friend had gradually become stronger as we walked together to the house. My mother eventually recovered too. We called him Bloo.
Mother was scared of Bloo, but she knew I wasn’t & tried to show off her confidence. I think Bloo understood; he avoided looking at her.
Looking back from my present perspective, I recognize the arrogance of thinking Bloo was a male. turned out I was only half wrong through.
I didn’t know how to care for Bloo. He didn’t eat; didn’t really seem to have a mouth either. Brushing my teeth definitely frightened him
We didn’t talk but I often felt like he understood exactly what I was doing or wanting. Once he picked an apple before I knew I wanted one
Soon it was apparent that he was trying to communicate with me. We sat for hours just looking at each other. Eventually, I heard him.
He was a “Cray.” They had come very far across the universe to find a world of humanoids. He didn’t say why. He admitted he was a child.
Something had gone wrong with a method of transport from their ship to the Earth below. His parents died. “They had red blood?” I thought.
He had no way to call the ship above. His father was their leader, and now dead. They would be angry with Earth if Bloo didn’t return soon.
I gave him my iPhone. It took two days but he finally figured out how to make it signal his ship. It was many years later that we met again
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