I thought about my mother as I walked into the room to see the therapist who was still talking, now with a hushed voice. How could all of this happen to Mother? It always seemed like she was smart in her own way and so sure everything would work out. I remembered her again, staring up at the sky outside our narrow apartment window at night, telling me, “Raynelle, you know people don’t realize this... but they’re here already, the beings from space, maybe the Gallations… I don’t know which planets for sure but they are already walking among us I can tell you that and they’re already helping us, maybe not in ways you would notice yet and they’ll help us more, that’s one thing they have, kindness, not like most earth people. I’ve read all about this.” The thing is, all her talk got me interested and I began to believe most of it myself, and also to believe that things would work out in the long run with or without their help, but secretly I hoped it was true and not just crazy thinking as my father used to say. My mother had strong opinions about him as well. She once confided to me specifically that she felt he was really one of them, that’s why he would get so upset when she talked about them. “He’s a little strange looking too, if you really look at him, those almond shaped eyes, that big head--- but he’s done a lot of good for me at least, that’s why I first thought about it…” my mother added. This was before my father was thrown into the slammer for dealing pot. But it was becoming clear now all hope was gone about my mother‘s theories, she had to have been
wrong. The therapist slammed down the phone and stood up to meet me.