Fly

I Meet my Maker, Literally

I woke up in a place I was a stranger to. That itself was odd, as I didn't know I could wake up in the first place. I looked down at my current form. My arms, legs, and hands made me feel like a newborn calf, wobbly and weak. I wasn't used to having a physical form. I didn't know how old I was, but by my tiny arms and legs  I  guessed that I was around the same age as her. Huh. So this is what it feels like to be five years old. It wasn't that different from before.

Until I saw the little girl.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was huddled on the ground. She was bald, well, almost. There was a few wispy remains of dark brown hair on her head , but she was still adorable, if in a misfit way . I didn't know what to do. I mean, a guy has a physical body for all of five seconds, then poof, here's a crying girl to deal with! So I just stood there, for what seemed like the most awkward stretch of time in the history of mankind, before she broke the silence.

"Am I really that ugly?"

I didn't know what to say. But I guess my silence kind of spoke for itself, as she sighed and curled up more into herself, if that was even possible.  I was tongue tied, but I was proud of myself for at least getting some sounds that vaguely resembled words out of my mouth.

She slightly loosened up. "What did you say?"

I cleared my throat. "I said, you are probably the kindest and the most wonderful girl I know, so does it matter if you're not beautiful?" And the only girl I know, I thought to myself. And I've only known you for two seconds at the most. But somehow, I knew the words that came out of my mouth were true.

She sat up and looked at me with shiny eyes. "Really? I am?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"She asked, looking at me with adorable, and suspicious eyes. I had to remind myself that it would be creepy if I pinched her cheeks.

"I promise."

I looked down on her face. She was different. Looking at her made the obvious impression of a age beyond the year stated on a birth certificate.  It was normal for kids that have been through so much pain to be more mature than other children, but still. Cancer was more than anyone should have gone through to be wise beyond their years, but she was more than just plain mature. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was there. It made her life precious, and it is what some would murder to get.