Here is the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I, Elana Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters from the Invader Zim TV show. I will however claim the characters of Bobby and Sally Bledsoe as my own.
Sally sat out in the porch swing with her amazingly huge green son. They were having a heart-to-heart. The sun was setting behind the barn out in the open field, and the sky was a rosey-purple. Crows cawed in the distance, and wind-chimes tinkled overhead. Sally's eyes were red-rimmed with tears. She sniffed, staring bleakly at her hands.
"Mom...please don't cry ", Bobby said wretchedly. He knew he was breaking her heart, and he could hardly bear it. "You and I both know I...I just don't belong here."
Two years have passed since Sally Bledsoe found a little baby smeet on the corner of 34th and Ridgewood Avenue. She hadn't aged that much, but she felt like a feeble old woman at the moment. Robert Bledsoe...her own little green boy...was going to leave her.
He wasn't a baby anymore. He'd grown tall and muscular from working on the sustainance farm. He had big-broad shoulders and handosme red eyes brighter then a robin's breast. He had a deep, barritone voice and a kind disposition. He reminded Sally very much of the Jolly Green Giant. She chuckled at the thought.
"I know Bobby. I understood you'd have to grow up and leave me someday... I just didn't think it would only take two years! And I never imagined you'd be going all the way to the other side of the galaxy..."
Bobby smiled, taking his mother's hand. "I have to go to Irk, Mom. It's where I belong."
"I know. I know..."
"And wherever I am, I promise I'll send you transmissions through Baby as often as I can, alright?"
Bobby reached over and wiped away a tear from Sally's cheek, even though the tears burned and blistered his fingertips. Then he gave her a big bear hug.
"Make sure you eat good, okay?", came Sally's voice, muffled in his blue flannel shirt.
"Okay."
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