Tate's POV
When I first saw the Red Kite, I was immediately entranced by the way it glided - it's wings cut through the air, like a knife through butter. It looked so free, but I sensed something was troubling it. I couldn't get my head round it. It wasn't until I got back home and had a little think I realised that a wave of empathy arose inside of me.
That feeling felt so familiar to me, this is where I belong. My heart knows what it wants, but my head is saying something totally different.
"Who Am I?" I asked myself, shouting at the top of my lungs.