I remember the day I got Stitch like it was yesterday. The sky was gray, just like my mood. I’d been wishing for a friend—someone who wouldn’t call me weird, someone who wouldn’t leave. Nani took me to the animal shelter, probably hoping a dog would make me ‘normal.’ But when I saw that strange, blue creature in the back, all curled up like he was scared of the world, I knew he was the one.

I named him Stitch. He didn’t act like a dog—at first, he chewed the furniture, stole Nani’s keys, and caused a scene at the luau. But I didn’t care. I told him about ʻohana. I told him that in our family, no one gets left behind.

Now, as I watch him sleep on the couch, his breathing slow and peaceful, I wonder if he really understands. Because tonight, the sky lit up with a strange ship. And I saw them—two figures in weird suits, watching our house. I think they’re here for Stitch.

I shake him awake. 'Stitch… wake up. They’re coming.'

His eyes snap open—black, wide, alert. For a second, he looks scared. Then he growls, low and deep. He’s not going back.