everyday, you visit the children. they are always at that same spot near the lake. they love the way you fly in and cool them off with your powers during the summer. they see you as the older sister they could never have.
when you're with them, you wrestle with them. they're always laughing and having fun even as you beat them.
they call you The Strongest.
you teach them school things. math, science, language. they always pay rapt attention as you do.
not all good things last forever, as you learned the hard way.
the children grow up. they grow taller and stronger. you begin losing some wrestling matches. you notice that when you teach them they begin to drift off at times.
eventually, one by one, they leave. they disappear and never come back.
then one day, you go to the lake and find nobody there. you wait. you expect someone to run up to you, apologizing for being late.
nobody appears. thinking they're off sick, you fly away and decide to come back tomorrow.
none of the children are there the next day. nor the next. or the one after that.
a week passes, and nobody arrives by the lake. brokenhearted, you fly to the little spot you call home. it's filled with memories that you shared with the children. toys, an old flower crown, and a paper with a picture of you with them made by some weirdo with glasses. memories that faded away. you weren't strong enough to keep them around.
the last week of loneliness finally catches up to you, and you feel hot tears pool in your eyes.
without realizing it, you start screaming, hitting everything in sight. you break each toy, stomp on the flower crown, and tear the picture apart. then you just punch a tree, and even as it hurts more and more you don't stop punching.
you're not sure how long you punch that tree, minutes, hours, days for all you care, but eventually you just sink to the ground exhausted, fists bloody and torn up, bawling. you curl yourself up and cry. you don't care if anybody sees you.
let them know that you aren't strong.