{"id":250,"date":"2023-06-19T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-06-19T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/?p=250&#038;preview=true&#038;preview_id=250"},"modified":"2023-06-18T16:38:20","modified_gmt":"2023-06-18T21:38:20","slug":"lost-in-the-stars-chapter-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.theworldrevolvesaroundmichael.com\/index.php\/2023\/06\/19\/lost-in-the-stars-chapter-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Lost in the Stars: Chapter 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It wasn\u2019t always this way. It used to be better. The people were kinder. The quality of life was better. The volcano hadn\u2019t erupted. I\u2019m Yumiku. I am what two-legged pale creatures that destroy the earth would call a monster. I\u2019m nice, though I don\u2019t really look like it. I like to read. I like to learn. I like to study constellations. I like to get lost in the shapes and brightness of the stars. Everyone always says I got lost in the stars and never will come back. They probably say that I\u2019m never coming back because the old me never is. My mama and papa (my dad) got on a spaceship with other volunteers so we could all live peacefully. They said they would always love me, and they\u2019d come back for me. We lost communication with them two years ago, and the last words I heard my mama and papa say were \u201cWe\u2019re lost. Lost in the stars. We love you always.\u201d And then the communication device went black. And my heart shattered.<\/p>\n<h3>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u2026&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/h3>\n<h3><\/h3>\n<p>I remember when I was 10. I was worried about going to a birthday party for one of my best friends, Yoimi. My mama helped me put on a body-coverer and foot-protectors. I was really nervous because there were going to be other kids there that I didn\u2019t know. My mama reassured me, though. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, Yumiku. Even if the other kids don\u2019t like you, which they of course will, don\u2019t let that get you down. You are Yumiku. You are my faithful, loyal, and kind Yumiku. You are,\u201d she paused, sweeping her furry arms across the horizon, \u201cMy everything. My life and soul. My baby. I will never leave you. I promise.\u201d My name means faithful, loyal, and kind in the old language, by the way.<\/p>\n<p>When I got to the party, Yoimi\u2019s mom said hello and gave me a sweet smile, which put me at ease right away. The other kids at the party were super nice too, especially Liesl, who is my new friend. Yoimi had her birthday party at a fur trick star, and the trick star really put on a show. I think the trick star\u2019s name was Sunoko, and she flipped the fur-cutting thing at least 600,000 meters in the air! I was so impressed, I decided to have my birthday party at the same place! My mom was ecstatic that I\u2019d had a good time at the party. My papa, too. I slept really well that night, but I definitely wouldn\u2019t have if I\u2019d known what my parents were going to tell me the next day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It wasn\u2019t always this way. It used to be better. The people were kinder. The quality of life was better. The volcano hadn\u2019t erupted. I\u2019m Yumiku. I am what two-legged pale creatures that destroy the earth would call a monster. I\u2019m nice, though I don\u2019t really look like it. I like to read. 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