Meimei was pondering what she should wish for under the tree. She closed her eyes, and wished. She wished to see her siblings which she has been seperated from, she wish to see her friends which she had lost throughout her endeavors. She wished that just once, a day that she can have some peace without the drama and violence that followed her of being her species, which the rest of the species were hunters with a strong hunger for meat. She wished that she could have the lives that the little patients from earth had told her about when she met them, about how it was peaceful and the green leaves and grass were covered in morning dew instead of the purple grass of her home world covered in blood and black goop. Meimei opened her eyes and scribbled this wish on the paper. If she had a mouth, she would have been smiling. The childish monster skipped away, humming.