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My Little Superhero
“Look, Mommy! I can fly!” My four-year-old daughter proclaimed excitedly, jumping off the couch with an empty pillow case tied around her shoulders as a makeshift cape.
"That’s amazing! My little superhero!” I picked her up and lifted her into the air despite her growing weight, spinning her around.
She giggled and kicked her legs, next to near kicking me in the stomach.
“I wanna be a superhero when I grow up!” Her words brought a smile upon my face.
My wrists ached as I climbed up the rock, barely having enough energy to hoist myself up to the top. The uncomfortable earplugs, which were practically digging into the insides of my ears, could barely mask the rushing of the water right beside me. The ample throbbing in my skull drove me practically mad.
“Can you fly, mommy?” the child asked curiously.
“Oh, no, sweetie. Flying is reserved for princesses like you!” I poked her nose.
I had half the mind to reach down and pick at the scab which had formed on my knee. The air felt thin, and my lungs screamed for air that the atmosphere just couldn’t provide. My vision blurred, and the rock I held onto like a lifeline felt like it crumbled beneath my fingers. I let go.
I guess it’s time to fly, sorry I won’t be home in time for dinner, my little superhero.
Alisa Powers
Grade Six
Sts. Joseph and John Mrs. Miller
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