“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Her parents asked…
“A bird!” she said with glee.
“I want to glide across the sky
I want to play up in the trees.”
“Well, come on,” they said each grabbing one hand…
without ever asking why...
“We have a lot of work to do…
if we’re going to teach you how to fly.”
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