“I’m proud of you, y’know?” She turns her head to face me, the sun catching at her hair and making it glow like spun gold. I used to love her hair when I was little. Loved stroking my hands over the thickness of it, wrapping her curls around my fingers. I thought she was so beautiful, like a fairy. I was sure she was made of magic when I was five. People’s flaws are much easier to overlook when you’re that age, though.
Remember the video where the kid calls his mother "blessing" ? I just decided that I'm going to adopt kids when i grow old. I don't want to get married or be chained to a guy. I want to be free and happy with my kids. I want to soar through the sky and fly. And train my little birdies how to fly and be with them every step of the way. I want to be single and live out my life with my kids.
