“What am I?”
“You’re a bird,” he whispered.
I thought about this for a moment. “How am I a bird?”
“Because you’re trapped. You want so badly to fly away, to be free, but you’re stuck in your nest here. You’re not strong enough to fly yet.”
I dropped my eyes, amazed that he could know so much about me, without really knowing me at all. “Well, when will I be strong enough?” I ventured, my voice small.
“Only you can decide that. You’ll know when you’re ready.”
“And until then?”
The corner of his lip twitched into a small smile. “Stretch your wings, little bird.”