"Yes, Mommy!" I reply, smiling with my eyes closed. She started to speak, but I wasn't listen. "Okay!" I shout when I hear no more of her buzz. Was this what it is like for Chopper my sweet singing parakeet, before he was caged. Was this what it is like to fly? I turn my head back straight and start to kick harder. If this is what it is like to fly, then I hate myself; I was the one who picked out Chopper. Who decided to keep him locked in a metal crate bonding his wings and making him a simple domesticated pet. …show more content…
My eyes flutter open and I burry my white flats into the dirt. When the swing slows down I jump off then run up the porch steps and into the sliding glass door. "What's for Dinner?" I Say smiling, Smelling the most delicious thing ever. A mixture of the aromas of potatoes, bacon and Chocolate force their way into my chilled, red