Wings

Chapter 1

"And the catepillar finally transformed into a beautiful butterfly,with beautiful wings and flew for freedom."

Mother said as she closed my favourite story book, "Wings" and looked at me. I was already fast asleep. She smiled.

"Good night,my little angel," she whispered as she kissed me goodnight, turned off the lights and went out of my room.

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That was one of my distinct childhood memories with my mom.

I was seven when she passed away.

Years have passed by since then, and now I am Little Miss Julie Daniella, nearly 16 years old, an average teenager who goes to the 'St.Angel' school.

Well,don't laugh. This is a small town in the name of 'Fairybrook'.

My dad always describes mom as 'the angel fallen from heaven' and she just 'went back to where she belongs'.

And he says I am much alike her. That I refuse to believe.

Seriously dad, I thought you said she is the head cheerleader, the prom queen and the everything? Excuse me,dad. Your daughter is the  complete opposite.

Well,I am the shy type who have, like, two or three friends...yeah,that's all.

To be a replica of mom is like going to the farthest galaxy from earth,dad. Which means 'impossible'.

The only thing I had common with my mom was our interest.

That was wings.

yeah,wings.

What? I was young then!

We were both interested in beautiful winged-beings, like butterflies and angels.

Remember?I mentioned my favourite story book was "Wings".

That was my mother's and my little research on butterflies.

We had a little garden behind the house and butterflies just love to visit it. We would take photographs of them with my dad's old camera and put them all in the "Wings" book.

Later,my mom wrote a story for me. It was about a butterfly which grew its wings and flew around the world...not in eighty days, though.

And by the end of it she wrote:

"Don't be scared to spread your wings,my little butterfly.

Love,

Mom"

I still don't really comprehend what that means but  I remember my mother telling me that I will be able to figure it out one day.

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*Knock Knock*

I jumped out of the bed and opened the door quickly to see my dad, standing in front.

"Oh, hey dad. What's up?"

"Aren't you excited for your 16th birthday,Julie?" he said in joy. I groaned.

"Dad! It is a week away! Why would I be? It's not like it's going to be different anyway," I mumbled. Dad just likes to overreact things.

"Well, sweety, you should be because..."

"Because?"

"I haven't told you something," he said as he sat on my bed. I sat right next to him, staring at him in confusion.

"See,vyour mom told me to give you something...on your 16th birthday."

"What?" I asked. "What is that?"

"I don't know myself," my dad replied.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Her orders," dad said, trying not to cry. Talking about mom just make him remember her,which would make him think about her death.

I still remember the day mom died. Out of no reason, she stopped breathing while lying on her bed. The doctors couldn't give us a satisfactory solution and after a while, my dad lost interest. That is why he always says that mom never died, she just went back to where she belongs.

"Oh,come on dad. Don't cry."

"No,I am not, sweety. I am not,"  he said,although it took a moment for him to calm down.

"So,where were we?" he began after a moment of silence. "Ah yes,I am gonna make your 16th birthday party the best ever! So you can bring as much friends as you can-"

"You mean my three friends," I corrected without letting him finish.

"Umm...yeah. Whatever."

There was an awkward slience for a moment.

"Jules, sweety?"

"Uh...yes?"

"You really need to step up."

"Excuse me?"

"You need to step up, Jules. You are a teenager. You can't end your life with just three friends."

"Dad!"

"I know, I know. You are the shy type .But you have to at least try. Do you understand,sweety?"

"I do," I replied, rolling my eyes mentally.

Yeah, like I would try.

"Okay, Jules," said Dad as he hopped off of my bed.

"I'd better go and run some errands. I'll fill you in later with the party plans, sweety."

"Okay. Bye."

With the door shut, I let out a loud sigh and laid on my bed.

What exactly would mom give me on my 16th birthday?