oneinthecold
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| Female |
๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต
"I remember a memory from my childhood that stuck with me for all these years. I was a young kalon, oh around 3rd grade. After school I would take a kite from out of my backpack-now some would say 'why is this kite in your backpack all day?'. To simply answer I was obsessed with the thing for a reason. Besides that I would have it fly in a park not so far from the school I was at. One day there was a terrible wind, and as I got my kite out, the wind ripped it from me and sent it up a tree. Being a girl I was no expert on climbing trees, so as I stared up at the tree in helplessness, a stranger appeared. He wore a trench coat and a broad hat that shadowed their face.
"Quite a day." he said, his voice thick and rough. Talking to strangers isnt something I normally did. I was taught never to do so, but in this case I felt he was one to help.
"Indeed sir."
"What is a lady doing out in such conditions?"
"Well, you see, Im out flying my kite, but-" I remember glancing up miserably at the gnarled tree."It got stuck."
He faced the tree,then chuckled.
"Indeed it did."
"I would get it myself." I explained. "But Im not tall enough yet."
"Neither am I, but I believe you can reach it with a little help. I could hoist yah up there, our height combined should do the trick." He lifted me up and soon enough I was able to get my paws around my kite. He lowered me down, letting me catch my footing. "There you go, miss, be sure to pick your battles next time. The wind is only the cry of a terrible storm." I began to examine my kite, all around the seams, its tail, feeling my worry dissipate as I found no holes.
"Thank you mister-" I looked up, but he wasn't there. I looked around, only the whispers of the wind. My parents soon came and picked me up, and I told them about the rescue."And then he was gone!"
"Rose, I believe you saw a ghost." My father said, smiling in car mirror looking at me.
"Oh honey don't be scaring her." My mother scowled. "It could've been an angel."
As the two went back and forth I stared out the window as the rain began to drizzle down. The pitter patter sounding like a lullaby told by the clouds. As we stopped at a red light, I noticed the same man standing on the sidewalk across the road. He lifted his head and smirked, nodding as to confirm he saw me also. The light turned green and a truck went by, blocking our silent conversation. I eagerly looked where the man was, but when the truck passed, he was gone.
From this day, I will never forget the kindness of the Man of Wind."
๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ - ๐๐ณ. ๐๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด
(500 words)