Home For Lunch

When weekends come around, we take it in turns to visit our families. Last week we went to Chloe’s for lunch, this week it’s time to see my mama and younger siblings. Papa and my older sister are often out hunting, but we might see them later.

It was hard to leave them behind, but I knew my heart belonged elsewhere. Something pulled it south-east, calling and calling, and when my wings were big enough to let me venture out alone, I took the plunge and soared away from my home plateau. And in the valley I found Chloe.

Some nights, when we’re lounging on the school lawns and dozing in the moonlight, swift wings soar by overhead, followed by the familiar smell of my papa. I’ve never told him that I know about his little checkups, it would embarrass him much too much.

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