It was a gloomy autumn morning. A thick heavy rain was pouring out of the dark clouds above down to the black asphalt below giving the air a dense feel. The weighing sadness of today could be felt everywhere. Surrounding you... Touching you... Pressuring you... It stuck to the skin like the rain, but it didn't fall to the ground. No, it clinged like hope to a dying heart.
This is a suburb... To the left and right a line of houses stretch out. In front of them a line of trees heavily swayed under the strong wind and rain. Everything would be empty if it wasn't for two figures standing in this cold rain under an umbrella that seemed a size too small. A tall figure, a mother saying goodbye to a small figure, her daughter.
It was a classic scene, really... Mother leaning over her, adjusting her jacket, making sure that her little one doesn't get soaked to the skin. Little one's wings also needed to be covered, which always presented a problem. You see, no jacket seemed to be made for a small girl with wings, so she always wore them several sizes too big. A little bag containing a sandwich was passed to the little one, inviting a faint smile to her face. Little Mary raised that smile up to her mother's rain soaked face. And seeing it made her heart feel warm for a few seconds. Thoughts of acceptance ran across her mind. This woman truly understood her. This woman knows who and what she is and accepts it. This woman loves her. For that's what love is...knowing, accepting and caring.
Lillian bent slightly and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek. Both smiled gently. She told Mary to be safe. And then she turned around and stepped on that black, wet asphalt...to the sound of screeching tires.
Orbus (orphan)
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