Climbing the Tree

"Come on, just for a minute?" I pled to my sister with puppy dog eyes. "Fine!" Replied Caroline, after a quick eye roll. Although she was smiling.

I bounded over to the window and bumped it open, letting the air blow my long golden locks around.

Ten years later, I'm asked to open the window. Frowning, I open the window and wind gushes in. My eyes tear up and I see something peculiar.

Something is shining in the tree over there.

I don't know why, but I feel the need to get to it. Rushing out the bedroom door and down the stairs, I know that my journey has finally begun.