When she was born, she was like a chandelier. So small, fragile and delicate, her wings barely enough to even flap yet so beautiful. It was so easy to get along with someone who can't show defiance

When she was a toddler, her wings were bigger but not big enough. Yes she could flap but she couldn't fly. Like any other toddler she did try flying but never could reach it enough. She still needed me. 

The real horror came as her teen years approached. Her wings were in full beauty and blossom, she could fly. She didn't need help, she didn't need me. She had started flying away from me to other nests, other boys with curious big wings like hers and people who wanted to cut off her wings and pull on her feathers. I tried protecting her caging her but she always went back to them . I want her to fly back to me. 

She's grown now, her wings are strong and mature now as mine began to slowly sloop and fall off my back. I began to feel weaker and more tired, dependent on her just like she was dependent on me when her wings were first grown. 

She had her own little wingling daughter now, the baby wings still fragile and delicate just like hers used to be. I no longer have my wings; they are gone. 

I am now too...