The Alien: a Letter to Future Self

The heartbreaks, aspirations, grief, hopes and dreams of an earthbound alien.

It is said “the best way to predict the future is to create it,” thus the title "The Alien: a Letter to Future Self"—a tour of the life of an immigrant (illegal alien) earthbound from soaring to his aspirations yet thriving on therapeutic words from depression and heartache for the future. The narrative is raw, cheeky, insightful yet humorous—spanning from finding true love to hope, dreams, happiness, patience and (late blossom) success.

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An excerpt from the chapter (Late Blossoms)

“But look, this one's late. I'll bet that when when it blooms, it'll be the most beautiful of all.”

—Mulan

Remember the flower challenge when the family moved to the new house? It was one of the most significant childhood experience ever! Dad gave you a plot in the backyard garden to plant your flowers and left another plot for himself to plant he's—can't quite remember the name of the flowers, but they were beautiful and yellowish-green. The goal was to see whose flowers will grow successful.


You stood watch, taking notes as dad planted on his plot. When dad was done, he stood over you to make sure you planted your flowers right.
You both waited, returning every morning to water the flowers until they grew and produced buds. Not long after, dad's flowers blossomed—fast, but yours never did.


“You have a case of late blossoms,” dad told you.


This made you very sad.


“Don't give up,” dad encouraged you. “The fastest don't always win the race...”


You kept watering your flowers daily; praying they would blossom. To your surprise the flowers gradually blossomed—more beautiful and colorful than all the flowers in the garden—even dad's.


Dad was so impressed he asked, “what is your secret?”


“I never gave up!” you said happily.


And now, I hope you have become like that flower—successfully beautiful and colorful in countenance. In all honesty, I don’t think that childhood experience happened for no reason—some premonition perhaps. I say this because at the moment all your peers you graduated with—the class of 2006—have all blossomed (some still blossoming). And you—well, as I write you are still stuck in your bud.


“Expectation[s] postponed is making the heart sick...” But I know the first sign of your blossoming season will be getting your immigration issues resolved and once you've had that resolved; your misplaced dreams, aspirations and educational goals will begin to take hold. You will major in Information Technology, take more writing classes, start caring for your health and God's willing go back home to see your parents and friends.


Of all things, I hope you are happy because I can't wait to be you!...

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