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Rectrix has a minion!
Trixie the Shinwas Birdie
Trixie the Shinwas Birdie
Rectrix
Legacy Name: Rectrix
The
Chibi LainOwner:
Age: 10 years, 11 months, 3 weeks
Born: April 26th, 2013
Adopted: 5 years, 9 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: July 10th, 2018
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Staring out of the window at the cloudless azure sky, I can't help but feel trapped. I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, to smell the perfume of the flowers, to hear the voices of birds in song. Oh to be free, to escape, to go where the wind may take me...how I long for that day.
Trapped here, too old to be wanted, too young to be allowed to face the world alone, stuck between existences, made to face another day here. Some days I wish I had never come here, never become part of the system. I wish my Mother had just waited, three years is all it would have been...
I came to the foster care system at 15, my Mother finally succumbing to the mental illness she had tried so hard to hide for so long. At 15 I was too old to be cute, too young to be free. Now, two years on, I am stuck here, trapped, dreaming of freedom.
I sit in my room most days, staring out the window, wishing for wings to escape, just for one day, one hour, one chance to soar, not with the eagles but with the swallows, following the wind, travelling only where the wind may take me. Gliding, dancing through the air currents, singing to the sky, praising the sun as I soar.
When my time comes to leave here, I intend to become a pilot, leaving the world behind on a daily basis, making my home among the clouds, free to travel to exotic locations. Free to run with the bulls in Spain, to surf the waves of Maui, to walk the Great Wall of China. Free to hang glide over Christ the Redeemer in Brazil, to sleep under the stars in Morocco, to walk with lions in the Serengeti. Free to explore, to finally live.
I dream of that day, it comes too slowly. Until that day, I collect the feathers I find, each tagged with a place I will go. My feathers are the keepers of my dreams, all have travelled far, perhaps even to the places I want to see...one day...
I hear my dreams calling to me. But perhaps it is the journey and not the destination that I crave...
Trapped here, too old to be wanted, too young to be allowed to face the world alone, stuck between existences, made to face another day here. Some days I wish I had never come here, never become part of the system. I wish my Mother had just waited, three years is all it would have been...
I came to the foster care system at 15, my Mother finally succumbing to the mental illness she had tried so hard to hide for so long. At 15 I was too old to be cute, too young to be free. Now, two years on, I am stuck here, trapped, dreaming of freedom.
I sit in my room most days, staring out the window, wishing for wings to escape, just for one day, one hour, one chance to soar, not with the eagles but with the swallows, following the wind, travelling only where the wind may take me. Gliding, dancing through the air currents, singing to the sky, praising the sun as I soar.
When my time comes to leave here, I intend to become a pilot, leaving the world behind on a daily basis, making my home among the clouds, free to travel to exotic locations. Free to run with the bulls in Spain, to surf the waves of Maui, to walk the Great Wall of China. Free to hang glide over Christ the Redeemer in Brazil, to sleep under the stars in Morocco, to walk with lions in the Serengeti. Free to explore, to finally live.
I dream of that day, it comes too slowly. Until that day, I collect the feathers I find, each tagged with a place I will go. My feathers are the keepers of my dreams, all have travelled far, perhaps even to the places I want to see...one day...
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
I hear my dreams calling to me. But perhaps it is the journey and not the destination that I crave...