Just a little longer. All I have to do is stand here a little longer.
The sun was beginning to set. I knew I only had about an hour to get home to Rebecca. She had just given birth to our second child. We gave the first one up, unaware how to properly care for it. Children like ours were special and required light in the dark to keep their mental health under control. Luckily, we found a couple who had already raised three Glo Borns to take her in.
We have since visited the secret palace of Hasbro, located in the Northeast sector of Playskool, a town full of energetic, happy, healthy children that are unable to stand the dark. We never realized how many of us there were spread out across the land until we enrolled in the Firefly classes there. We were taught how to absorb the light we needed in order to radiate the beams required to conquer the growth of our species and keep them out of the dark.
It was up to the Father to play the role of receiver. Once a week, I came here to Pawtucket and stood at the spectrum window. Once my body was engulfed with energy, I was able to go home to our little one. When bedtime came, I had to hold him through the night. The shine was more remarkable, the tighter my arms were around him. The bigger the glow, the happier the child. This took a lot of my strength. I told Rebecca I didn’t want anymore kids because if my light didn’t work on the baby, I would have to see a surgeon to get a music box installed, tunes plus the sparkle would be even better for the kid. I couldn’t understand why we couldn’t have just bought him a Glo Worm, A synthetic light for him to sleep with-Everything else is fake.
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