Garuda Boy
By HC_Leung
On a Tuesday afternoon,
sunlight through the curtain is strong. My son
is playing Lego, building castles and black dragons,
creating battles where heroes
live out ther destined and glorious roles.
Some say
he should be in summer camp instead of wasting time,
had I gotten up early to register him online.
Sleep sooner, you might suggest with your judgmental eyes.
But don't you know binging Netflix takes priority too?
Anyways, let bygones be bygones.
One day, my son will grow up and
look past this minor parental debacle.
For he is not from the womb, but bred from a tube,
a product of biology, archaelogy, and advanced genetic engineering.
Ten years ago, we found a tomb in Mohenjo-daro.
The remains were of an ancient Indus general
who yielded an aerial super weapon.
We extracted DNA from its jaws, skull, hip bones,
and recreated the embryo under laboratory conditions.
My son does not know this, of course.
But one day Garuda, as the folktales call it,
will come to him and only him,
spreading its wings under the thunderous clouds
and rally mankind into the final battle.
You see, we found stone scriptures
that describe a world adjacent to our own.
It is dark, forever cursed with wars.
And whoever emerge victorious
will cross over and conquer everything we know.
Therefore, Garuda is our only hope,
the sword and the shield
against the enemy's armada and troops.
As of now, it is lying dormant in a dimensional portal,
packed with firepower,
ready to answer the boy's call.
Until then, my son has plenty to do.
Play Lego, go to school, and most of all,
experience a proper childhood.
As an adult, I truly have seen it all.
There is no need, I repeat, no need, to rush into manhood.
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