He knew that he was no longer a kid; he was almost as big and strong as his mother.
But the mother would only treat him like a kid and chided him as if he was always in the harm’s way.
“How many times have I told you that such manoeuvres are not for the kids to try?” she said in an unrestrained irritation as he landed near her, brimming with pride, after a soul stirring flight.
He thought of his friends who had already flown to the distant island.
He looked at his mother with bleary eyes; he was dreaming of audacious flights he would try in the company of his reckless friends.
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