Holiday. I haven't feel more free than now. I have a car, mom and dad went to some place called 'Long Island', and, the best part; I don't have to go to school. This morning, the sun woke me up instead of my alarm clock, and it was the best feeling in the world. I put on my negligee and jaw before I go downstairs to watch the pigeons. I promised dad to watch after them, he'd rather see them alive when he's back. The garden is cold, but not too cold, so I decide I can do this job barefoot. The sun gives its best shot to break trough the thick clouds, and a few parts shine on me. It makes my blonde hair almost look like gold. I sigh and walk to the cadge on the right side of our huge garden. Actually, I don't like them being cadged, but my dad does. I think he's afraid they fly away, just like my mother. Sometimes, I think he sees my mom as a bird too, and our house is her cadge. She can't go anywhere without him. The have lots of rows, lately. I don't like rows at all. They make me want to scream and hug someone tightly. I know, that's a weird combination. Sometimes, when I should be asleep, I hear them fighting, keeping their voices down as if they are afraid to that I would wake or notice it. I throw some seeds around, as gentle as possible; I don't want to scare them. Then it's the turn of the last cadge. I smile as I see the birds. White, elegant and kind. Persephone and Hades, although they are as white as nothing else could be white and the Gods of the Underworld are as black as nothing else could be. Whenever we got lessons about the Gods of Olympus, I memorized everything the teacher told us. When the story about Hades and Persephone was been told, I really felt like hating them. Maybe because our teacher could tell stories like no one else could. Maybe because I have a miserable life and take to much time to value mythical characters. Anyway, I really disliked Persephone, and so Hades. In the very beginning, I disliked my birds too, so I called them after the Gods. But now, I'm really attached to them. I open the cadge and start to talk to them. It's what I always do whenever I'm alone. I talk nonsense, but I think they like me doing that. After I turned around, I see I left the door of the cadge open. I bent over and close it, scolding myself for being tired and feeding pigeons at the same time. But then I realize there is only one bird left. Where is Persephone? As I look around, I see her, flying at the wrong side of the cadge. How did she got out so fast? I don't have any strategy, but I know I have to get her back in that cadge, if I want to prevent dad to boil me alive. As quiet as possible, I glide through the cadge door and lock it again, so Hades will stay their. But maybe that is not necessary, I think, Hades never leafs the Underworld, unlike Persephone. I smile. Persephone never succeeded to escape from hell, no matter how many times she tried, so with a imaginary lucky charm, I can do this. I walk to her, with quiet paces, and then I finally stand behind the tree she sits in, and if I stand on my tiptoes, I can reach her. So that's what I do, I wait for the right moment, and then put my hands around her faster than I normally shove my skirt down for a member of the football team. She flaps her wings so ferocious, they hurt my hands, but I run back to the cadge and get us in. I gasp, relieved. I am still holding her and stroke her, as I see a cylinder, hanging around her neck. Amazed I place Persephone on the branch she likes to sit on, where she resentful shows me her back, and get the cylinder from her neck. I've never seen it before, but it must be something from my father. Maybe he's checking I'm doing my job. I smile as I open it, expecting a note from my worried father. But when I extend it, I read; In the living room, on the table. I furrow. What is this? I turn it around, but there is no name on it. Maybe this is some joke from… No, nobody has the key of the cadge. Maybe Persephone has found a way out of it and on her way in… Well, no. I don't have a explanation. Still a bit surprised, I make sure the cadge is locked when I walk inside again. I put on my slippers. They are warm and soft against my cold feet. I re-read the note again and again as I walk to the living room. There are two tables in there, but it's not hard to look on them both. I am curious now, so I walk to the dining table. It actually is never been used as a dining table, we always eat our dinner in the kitchen, on the bar stools. We are not such a great kooks. I don't know why my heart is beating like a heavy metal band, every step I make closer to the table. I bent over and rack my neck. Nothing. Is there? I pull the drawers open and watch them closely. I find nothing. See? This is just a stupid joke and… As I walk to the side table I see something in the corner of my eye. It's a piece of paper I haven't seen before. The envelope shows me some classic handwritten font, which is gold. I pick it up. The certificate of my birth.