'...do you still hate them?'
Goldie's mother's words echo in her consciousness.
Did she still hate her wings?...
'Of course not!'
She loved them! They were golden and beautiful, of course, she loved them!
Her mother's words make a lot of sense to Goldie. Indeed, she was having a horrible day, but getting wings like these… this was something she could only ever dream about.
They made her look so beautiful too, and they made her even more curious as to what exactly she was. A million and one questions were flooding her mind at once!
Yes, her life was different, but there were so many possibilities to look forward to. What if she could fly? What if they grew big enough to give her the ability of flight?!
The words are enough to cheer Goldie up, but she still had doubts.
"I can't say I hate them, mother. They are way too pretty.",
