Personal Narrative: The Existence Of Aliens

When I was born, my mother cried tears of joy as she held me for the first time. As she looked into my eyes, she imagined the future we would have together. She thought about the booties I would wear to cover my tiny feet, the pouty faces I would make when I get upset, and even the sleepless nights that I would cause. I was lucky enough to have a mother who saw t he bright side of the hardships she would face while raising me, but I wonder what life would be like if I was raised differently, in a different culture or planet. I am not saying that I would want to be raised by an alien, dinosaur, or robot because that would be crazy, right? Well, maybe I am a little insane to say that I would be pleased if my mother left me at the hatches of a UFO for my alien parents to find me rather than leaving me to be devoured by dinosaurs or programed by robots.
The choice is simple. My best chance at a healthy, productive life is with aliens. Aliens are unknown creatures. No one knows how they live, act, or look. Aliens could be similar to humans with sincere emotions and compassion, unlike robots. They could also have a sense of how to interact with a human, unlike dinosaurs. They could even live among the humans on Earth disguised to fit in with the rest of the world.
Since aliens are still not proven to exist, nothing factual can be said about them. Sure,
Aliens may have the ability to raise a human in a different but more efficient way. Assume that aliens live on another planet. They can be thriving and living peacefully together. That planet can be much larger than the Earth with an abundance of space for aliens, plants, and animals to live comfortably. On Earth, we encounter disease, famine, natural disasters, hatred, war, crime, pollution, and global warming. Maybe, aliens live a life that us humans dream of, with cotton candy clouds and gum drop