Her hair brushed against my collar bone as I exerted force on the knotted strings of the swing.
"Faster Lala go faster!"she squeals in delight.
"It's quite fast." I say, now closing my bony fingers around her doughy shoulders.
"It's not! I'm trying to reach the sky" she remarks, getting impatient.
"I'm in a fairly apprehensive mood. You might fall".
"I'll never get to reach the sky" Annie says, disappointed, as she scratches the ground from her heels, drawing skid marks on the damp mud, in order to halt the swing.
"You sure will. Everyone does." I smirk, ruffling her dark hair. The inevitability of departing souls. God knows when she'll get older enough to have the concept.
"How about we fly kites and make them reach the sky?"
"I'll have the red one!" She hooks her chubby arms in the air as her plump little legs carry her indoors.
"Where to Lala?" Mom thwarts the staircase.The most embarssing thing about my ordinary life as a whole is the fact that my mom calls me lala infront of everyone."Flying kites Mom." I say, slapdashing together the pile of colored kites from the store room."I told you not to get Annie into it. She's NOT allowed on the rooftop okay?" She emphasizes, gluing her hands to her hips, jutting her left foot outward.The classic mommy-rebellious-mood.
"She is for today though. I'm compensating for not pushing the swing too hard because that's NOT allowed either." I say hastily, ducking under her arm, that is hindering the staircase.
"Rooftops are severely NOT allowed Lala!" She screams after me.
"Gotto reach the sky Mom" I scream back, twice as piercing.
Flying kites is as ecstatic for me as winning a jackpot may be for you.Kites are vibrant. When I am in low spirits, I wish upon the kites, and hang them on the fixtures as high as I can. With each passing second, the kites swarm through the dullness of the sky, instilling colored streaks in the horizons. It makes me happy. Think of it. When you're despondent and down in the pit of dark, you might want to fly kites.It's therapy. It's an escape.
