Interesting, an alien who doesn’t grow up, who still sees the world through a child’s eyes.

That last sentence is so sad and beautiful. I can imagine the confusion and tragedy of the main character staying the same as everyone around him/her changes.

The entire idea of living in a world where you had to ask for permission is absolutely amazing.

Your message in this story, for me, is that you, like myself, are a fighter and recognized at an early age that authority creates complacency.

You were born to question, you’re neither a born leader or follower, but an observer. Your line a question for permission, a permission to sit, a seat to talk, and a talk to become friends is absolutely amazing.

In the end, you don’t know your friends anymore, they’re vacant eyed followers being lead by vacant eyed leaders. And you’re the wide, bright eyed observer.

As one observer to another, sometimes we have to make corrections to make our frenetic observations more clear. I would suggest that you change some of your runs. Make your sentences smaller, like easy steps for the reader to follow, your message is phenomenal…..

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A peter pan living in the real world.. never growing up.. the trick is, if the person realizes it and cannot fix it, will they go into depression or learn to deal with it and appreciate themselves for who they are?

Wow. When I read this the first time, I didn’t see that it was linked to a challenge, nor did I read the tags, so I wasn’t thinking of the child as an alien… I thought maybe autism, or some other developmental disorder that left the child in a state of perpetual childhood, even as they grew up.

Then I re-read it. I like it both ways… this is beautiful.

When I read these comments, I couldn’t stop smiling, really. As a first-time writer, I didn’t think I’d actually get any comments, much less praise whatsoever, so thank you all very much! :)

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