Chapter 2

I have a hard time convincing some of my friends that it was not out of a sense of regret that I regularly visit Earth.

“You are in denial. Just deluding yourself,” was how one of my closest friends put it during one of our alcohol binges while on a visit to Earth.

I insisted that it was not a sense of guilt that brought me back to Earth but I could see from my friend’s face that he was not totally convinced. 

I wondered why it was hard for anyone to understand that it was the most conscientious thing to do if your father himself had gone to every length to raise you against all terrible odds. My father had always been there for me, so why should my trips to Earth be taken as a sign of guilt rather than that of an altruism of sorts in addition to an act as a good son?

I found it difficult to digest that adulthood meant a complete forgetting of the past – and the people who shaped me into what I am now. 

And being the one who always stuck stubbornly to my beliefs, I decided that I am in the right, even if I did not understand my friend’s reasoning.

Actually, it was dearly held beliefs that in the first place that had led to me fleeing my home planet, Earth.