she walked up the stairs, a kite in her hand....2 hours was what she spent making it...on a weekend...summer afternoon...made out of the local daily...with her people singing in her ears...grandmother staring at her....the old ones always stared at her...
it wouldn't fly...just swooped at her face...."but the music is just right...so is the weather...it has to fly...." she kept saying to herself...as she took it to her room and tied it to the window...in front of the air conditioner...."as long as it flies..."..."next sunday..i will make it fly...actually fly..."...she kept thinking as she fell asleep.
"...am cleaning the girls' room....there's something here...oh its torn newspaper...hanging by the window...never mind...will clean it up.."...
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