The wind, a passing breeze, it's just like a person. This shapeless existence is always changing like water. Fumbling about with no direction, who knows where it will go. This unpridictible stream that we call the future...
Will you go with the breeze or stubbornly resist it... People always have the choice, no matter the subject... Right..? Choices dictate our lives, everyone has a choice... But... Can those choices ever be taken away from you..?
"Mother... What happens when you have no wind..?" mumbled a small child. The girl appeared to be no older then 8 years old. With long maroon hair that appeared to shimmer as she moved. Small delicate nails painted nude and well maintained. She could draw your attention with a simple glance. Looking into her bright navy eyes would remind you of an abyss. Making you feel as though she could pull you in at any moment.
"Oh my sweet little strawberry... Everyone has a wind." Her mother replies with a soft smile as she gently held her child's hand. The child squeezes her mother's hand walking side by side with her. "Mother... Is the wind the reason why I've never met father..? If that is the reason... Why do you trust it so much..?" The small girl speaks gently, grasping her mother's hand tightly.
"The wind... It blows people together but sometimes it blows them apart. I'm happy the wind blew me to your dad because now I have you... My sweet little strawberry, you mean the world to me..." The mother says squeezing her child's hand as she continues to walk steadily. The child goes silent holding her mother's hand as they walk to the door. The door was grand but rustic. There was century's of history with this door. What lurked behind this door was something the small girl couldn't run away from.
"I'm just a stain in the eyes of father... This worthless stain he can't get rid of... That's why he pretended that we didn't exist for so long... It truly bewilders me why he would invite us here..." The child expressed with a melancholy smile as they linger infront of the door. 'My sweet little strawberries way with words is unbecoming for her age. She's just so mature for her age. I'm happy she's so smart I just wish she didn't think like this...' Thought the mother looking at her child. "I don't think that's true. The world is hard even for adults like me and your father. Situations can turn from a rose colored life into a prison of despair at any time... Sweetie you speak so much like a grown up sometimes. Just remember you don't have to grow up so quickly... Take everything one step at a time and someday you'll understand everything you want to know. Now don't be scared... Everyone here will treasure you. Do you want to know why?" Her mother ask with a slight sparkle in her eye.
"... Why mother..? How could I be treasured in a place like this..?" The child asked looking towards her mother. "My little strawberry will be treasured wherever she goes. She is special and even if people can't see it right away... The ones who do can't help but be drawn to her." The mother says smiling towards the girl. After a few more seconds of silence, the door opens with a loud squeaking. Entering the door it slams behind them, leaving behind but a silent corridor.