A little girl looks up at the sky, cobalt eyes wide in wonder. With a tiny, delicate finger she points to the blue horizon.
"Mommy, how come birds can fly?"
"Because they have wings, sweetie."
"Can I have wings, too?"
The girl's mother laughs as a soft breeze picks up and sweeps her hair to the sky. "You can have anything you want, my dear swan." The woman bends down so she's eye level with her daughter. "All you have to do is believe."
The girl's eyes grow even wider, "Really, really?"
"Really, really."
"And can the little girl in your tummy get wings, too?"
Looking down, the mother smiles and touches her stomach softly. "Yes, little swan. Your sister can have wings too."
"And with wings, we can fly!"
The small girl spreads her arms wide and runs around the grassy clearing, giggling and laughing joyously, wishing for the day she would receive her wings.
