Hello again, Little Prince

Hello again, Little Prince

Chapter 2

We woke up at 10:30 am. I was cooking breakfast while he asked questions like, "What is this?" or "What does it do?" which he already asked last night.

When I was done cooking, we ate on my small table which I use everyday. The first time we ate he looked curiously at the food first before touching it. It looked very odd to him.

'Should I eat this?' he asked.

'Yes, you should.'

'But it looks… red.' He said, poking the hotdogs.

'Yes, and it's delicious.' 'Taste it.'

'What was it called again?' He asked curiously.

'Those are hotdogs' I pointed to the hotdogs by my fork, 'and that is an egg' I pointed the fried egg.

He looked very frightened. 'Are these really dogs?!'

'No!' I answered quickly.

And he was relieved and sighed. 'Oh!' He took it by his fork and took a tiny bite on it. And his face lightened up in approval. 'Mhm! This is good!' And he ate more.

'So, tell me… What brought you here?' And I took a bite.

He dropped his fork and his face was filled with sorrow.

'I'm here because I want to get away from my planet and maybe I could get some of my sadness out.'

I was shocked. 'Wow! He answered my question!' I thought.

'What happened?' I asked, hoping that he would answer my question again.

He did not speak and instead, he just ate.

A few minutes later, the little prince sat down and remained silent for a few hours, staring at the annoying rose my mother gave me 2 days ago when she visited. I thought, 'I have got to get that rose out of here…'

A week has already passed by. And it was all filled with the same questions he asked.

3 hours later, I went out to buy some groceries. And when I got home I found him poking the TV. Screen.

'What is this?' He asked curiously AGAIN.

'I already told you last night, it's a TV. It is the short term for… television. I sat down on the sofa and he sat down beside me. I grabbed the remote and pressed POWER and then it turned on. It showed the movie "Meet the Robinsons" Which had the story of a genius boy who didn't have a family.

'What is that?' He was a little afraid.

'It's a moving picture!' I said proudly.

He became very interested. 'He looks sad…. And lonely'

It showed a scene where Louise was sad and looking at a picture he drew with his mother and him on it.

"I wish I had a family…" Louise said.

The little prince looked at me like a curious child. 'Do you think I have a family?'

I was very nervous. So I just looked away. 'Yeah…'

'Who do you think they are?'

'Er… I don't know. Since you never told me anything about them.' I excused.

Now, he looked sad and looked down. 'I don't think I have a family…'

I gulped nervously and said cheerfully. 'Okay, let's switch the channel!' I clicked one button and it turned to the Discovery Channel.

"The horse eats hay and sleeps on it……….."

'This is educational. Boring, but educational…' I said and I stood up before I faint in boredom. 'Do you want some milk?'

'Yes, please…' He answered politely while gazing at the television and I went to the kitchen to get him some milk. It's a little weird to drink some milk in 4 pm. But, oh, well… I gave him his glass of milk after that and then he drank it. He still acted like his old self, though… It's like he never grew! He smiled at me with his lips filled with milk. I chuckled in response. And then the show ended.

'It's over!' I announced.

'What do you mean?'

'The show is over. What do you want to do next?' I asked.

'Let's go watch a sunset!'

I knew what this meant.

'But we have to wait.'

'Wait for what?' he asked, confused.

'Wait for the sun to set…'

'Oh! I forgot! I keep thinking I'm still in my planet…'

I smiled, 'Don't worry; the sun will set in a few hours, though.'

His face lightened up. 'What if we travel to the beach that we were in yesterday? The sunset is more beautiful in beaches.' I offered and his smile grew wider.

We went to the beach, and it was almost sunset (the beach was very far). We quickly sat down on the sand and waited.

As the sun was beginning to set, he never said a word. He just stared. It's like he got lost in it. And as it ended, he now paid attention to me.

'So, tell me, what are you sad about?' I asked.

He looked down and tried not to cry.

'What happened?' I asked again.

A little tear slid down his tiny cheek and now he spoke: 'My flower…' He cried a little harder and he was choking his words out. 'She died.'

This made my heart drop for him. He loved that flower so much. It's like, she was his only companion.

He cried hard. I stood up and took him in my arms and rocked him gently. I softly comforted: 'Wherever she is now, I'm sure she's happy. And she's pretty proud of what you did for her. She knows you love her and you know that she loves you, too! Don't cry… And, look at the bright side! She will be your guardian angel! And she will look out for you! She will always be by your side! Sshh…'

After a few minutes, he started to calm down. So, I put him down on the soft sand and sat down beside him. We stayed there quietly staring at the water for an hour. Until he started to fall asleep like the time we were in the desert. I picked him up again and started walking to the car to go home.

As I was walking, I saw his locks of hair trebling in the cold. So, I took my jacket off and wrapped it around him and he stopped shaking. He is fragile. And he needed to be protected. He needed to be protected from the harm, the cold and the world.

I reached the car, opened the front passenger seat door and sat him down. He was still sleeping. And he looked so peaceful. So innocent. I walked to the other side of the car and opened the driver's seat door and went in and drove home.