From my vantage point, there are white, ghostly silhouettes floating stealthily, almost gracefully, on my daughter’s pale blue body. Her fashionable accessory, the clouds never fail to keep me guessing as to why they are so vital but yet, out of the blue, they will disappear like the infamous Houdini vanishing act. Of all my 8 children, the Earth is the pick among the bunch because of its mystical beauty that defies every law of apprehension. Yes, I know that parents shouldn’t be bias to one’s child because of the stink and dirt that will possibly arise. However, because of Earth, my responsibility as a parent can be utilize and set in motion because it will give the tenants on Earth a sense of direction in life and in atomic level, the start of every food chain is triggered by my beauty glow - Sunlight. For billions of years, never did I once fail to question the basic etiquette of survival - when are we going to die? or in my case, when can I stop unleashing my fury and being portrayed by the tenants on Earth as a vociferous and unforgiving body of light that is vital in sustaining life on my daughter’s belly. The tenants or they nonchalantly call themselves, humans have existed for eons now and I have watched them grow with my all - seeing eye how they progress from wooden spear combat to full armored brass chains to bombs of destruction and now, from the comfort of one’s air - conditioned office, they are able to launch a full scale nuclear attack while they rock back and forth in their leather chair with a cool swift of cigar - in perfect symphony with the guaranteed deaths of at least a million with further deaths of at least a hundred thousand in the next decade due to the radioactive properties of Uranium (which surprisingly can be found in abundance on my son, Neptune’s body). My daughter’s inexplicable calmness and patience allows her tenants to not only slaughter themselves but hurting her chest at the same time. Occasionally, when the pain is unbearable, her automated defense mechanism sprang into life as water will engulf the shores of discomfort to rid itself with the toxins and unfortunately, four years ago, the ‘tsunami’ as the tenants called it, killed hundreds of thousands people in one my daughter’s organs called Indonesia or more specifically in one of her arteries called, Aceh. She went into obsolete depression state because of the deaths that she caused till all she could ever do was to lead a normal life without any major functions worth mentioning about. Till one day, from afar, she broke down really bad that it threatened to drown away one of her organs, Mauritius. Thankfully, I intervened at the nick of time to prevent her emotional delusions to cause her physical discomfort. My sole purpose is to bring warmth and hospitality to her tenants and true to the phrase that life has opposites, my warmth can be a revelation and bring joy to countless tenants and sometimes, I incurred the wrath of ungrateful tenants as they dissed at the sweltering heat and sweat profusely like one of my daughter’s plethora of bacterias and viruses, the pigs as the tenants called it. As my daughter slowly completed an oscillation, the previous sight of tenants furiously rushing to work to escape the morning traffic has been reduced to mothers tucking their baby tenants to sleep. Almost instantaneously, the tenants from my daughter’s other half of her organs woke up abruptly as they fervently make their way to the bathrooms for one sole purpose - to escape the morning traffic. The cycle goes on perpetually till the Day of the Hour arrives and we’ll be destroyed by our Creator that made us all from a single and highly dense atom. Till then, the only reason why I am more motivated than ever to breathe light into my daughter’s curvaceous body is the smile that is plastered across millions of cheeks as they witness a more discreet form of myself, the Sunset as the humans called it.