She didn’t want to go to her mother’s stupid party. She felt self conscious of her tatty wings and oversized body. She never was a delicate winged thing like her mother and grandmother before her. But she was home from fighting tonight and her, who loved her, was throwing this party in her honor. She sighed deeply, she even put a crown on for tonight’s even she thought, unconsciously straightening it before pushing open the doors and walking into the noisy ball room.
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I enjoy creating and writing out my stories turning them into full fledged novels inbetween helping my kids with home work and chasing after my three year old, almost four now. I love the rain, the sound and smell as it patters against the roof of my house. I love helping animals although I'm not a foster dog or cat mom as I would never have the heart to rehome them. I have an Emotional Support Dog, a queensland heeler who resembles a potato more than a dog and two cats, one for my oldest and one for the rest of them. I am the slave of two green cheek conures who keep me distracted and make it difficult to get anything done. I manage in my own little way to keep chugging along. There always seems to be more madness than method to go around. View more posts