"Oh, look! what a pretty bird! Do you know what it's called?", Amy asked . Her big blue eyes were twinkling with wonder. "Oh yes, it's an Eastern bluebird.", I replied. "Whoa, it looks so beautiful. It would be so much fun , if could fly like the birds.", she said admiring the bird flying gracefully across the widespread blue. "Yeah it would be pretty awesome. We could see the entire world from up there and go wherever we want, whenever we want." "That's exactly what my grandma says. You know she says that she bets the world looks like a mystical land from up there and that birds they always fly together as a flock, though they are individually exploring. The unity that they showcase and the way they protect eachother is really inspiring.", she said playing with a twig .
Amy was indeed a very bright and lively little girl. I met her while on a road trip to a Lake near the countryside. It was spring break, so my friends and I had decided to go on a trip. We had booked a
