The King of All the Hudsons

You came from another life and colored our world with your dimpled smile. You are my huckleberry friend, and since your arrival, you have helped us discover the world from which you came.

The old world wasn’t void of sadness, but it was altogether wonderful. A world full of Hudsons, who conveniently lived on the sun. A wonderful world indeed.

When the view of the sun from Earth is especially beautiful, like right before it slips past the horizon, you look upon it and let us know how much you miss living there. We sit together on the rooftop, and you recount all the adventures you had on Hudson planet — the place that all Hudsons come from.

There you had a family, and you miss them dearly. You often talk about your wife, Sitsy, and your brother, Abraham Hudson. You tell us that Abraham was different. His skin wasn’t the same color as yours or the other Hudsons, but he was still your brother.

You were also the king, or so you say — the king of Hudson planet. You would have stayed on Hudson planet forever, but for an evil that came to the sun from the fires of Venus. So you set out for Pluto in a rocket ship with your wife, your brother, and a few other Hudsons. But something went terribly wrong on your journey. There was a crash, and then you died only to be reborn here on Earth.

You tell us that you like it here, but that you miss your Hudsons and Sitsy. You talk to your Hudson mom on the phone often. In fact, it is how I first discovered that you had another mom, in another time, on another planet.

I love the pictures you, King of all the Hudsons, paint of your old world as the sun slips beyond the horizon. I love that there is, somewhere out there, a world full of Hudsons who care about kindness, goodness, and justice.

Love,

Your Earth Mom