Goodby Home Planet

Will they miss me? I know some of them will. My father will most assuredly miss me. My mother died when I was born. She was taken by the eigenvector virus while giving birth to me. Many of my family members blame me for causing my mother's death and consider the lazy eye and the red birth mark on my face a punishment for having brought about my mother's untimely demise. I can not help it if I were born in a non-linear fashion. Life took her away as a random probability with no regard to emotion. It was my time to be born and her time to die. The birth mark and the lazy eye are inconsequential in terms of my mother's death, but paramount in terms of my self worth. I never knew you mother. I see your picture hanging on the wall. It is the only picture we have left of you. My father cries sometimes when he looks at it. I wonder as the tears fall down his face, is it the image or the feelings that make him cry? We live in a trailer on the edge of the Milky Way. We have a dog, a cat, and our neighbors garbage to keep us company. My father is a good man. He tries to do what is best for me. Sometimes I wish he would try to do what is best for himself. If I leave maybe I will give him that chance. I can't help feeling I have kept my father from living since my days began. Who changed my diapers? It must have been my dad. Who kept the cuts from bleeding? It must have been my dad. Who kept the bruises from bruising? It must have been my dad. I never thanked him. I never gave him the opportunity to have opportunity. But I am leaving. I will leave a note and thank him for all that he must have done for me without my knowledge or my mom. I will steal the keys to the family spaceship and head straight for Earth. They need me down there. My father will miss me, but opportunity will call. He should soon forget me. I owe him at least that much. After all, he named a planet after my head, so I will leave him a note, I will take the keys, and I will leave tonight.