The Girl Who Remembered How to Fly
Once upon a time the darkness swept in and hid my bravery under her cloak.
My favorite spot beneath the Oak must’ve wondered where I’d gone. His shade just sat there on the grass, waiting. That’s where I used to listen to my books. Back against his bark.
Just me and my cane.
And a world that felt small.
Then Sunny found me. Now I jump into fairy tales again—the ones that tiptoe through my earbuds like tiny secrets, opening the door to faraway lands.
I rest my head on her fur, and the sun hugs us like a blanket. Her tail swishes in the grass, and just like that I’m back soaring the skies.
I cling to the dragon’s scales, and we zoom over treetops, sending my braids into flight like ribbons. Villagers wave and cheer down below.
We race the clouds and win.
Brave, bold, and boundless.
I know that Sunny is more than just a dog. She’s my portal to imagination.
With her next to me, I press play and the adventure begins.
Because when her tail thumps, my bravery awakens . . . and I remember how to fly.
