I'm going to fly again today. I don't care what Dad will do. It helps me feel closer to mum.
I leave my house after school, and start walking. There is a tree in sight. It's tall, taller than any tree i've ever climbed before, twenty feet maybe. I start to climb, it's not hard, i'm used to it. Branch, by branch i make my way up. My heart fills with hope every time I climb another branch.
When I am at the top, I take a deep breath in, and put my arms out, letting my hair blow with the wind, and letting the wind blow on my face.
I fall.
It feels like i'm flying.
I'm not really flying.
I brace myself for the fall.
I feel tingling.
Then the world goes white.
