Jump, she repeated. Because when you jump, you’ll find your wings as you fall. I glanced up at my father, who was hovering nervously on the bank, clutching a life buoy. I swallowed the fear rising up my throat, balled my fists, and I jumped. Not because I thought I’d miraculously be able to fly, but because I knew that if I fell and couldn’t get back up my parents would always be there to save me.
