Feather // Short Story [COMPLETED]

Feather. A symbol of flight. A promise of freedom.

A mother once whispered to their child with a gentle smile,
"Remember, my dear-feathers appear when angels are near. They will guide you. Love freely. Live fully."

The child's small voice trembled as they answered,
"I will, mother... but please, don't leave me alone."

The mother smiled once more and closed their eyes,
leaving the child with nothing but a sky full of unanswered questions.

Years later, that same child gazes at the heavens, their heart heavy with longing.
"Mother... your last words... it's been so long, but... feathers appear when angels are near? What do they truly mean?"

A simple feather may be more than it seems--a guide, a memory...leading to a meeting with someone destined.