The days go by and the minutes fly and suddenly, a year has passed. It is morning and then it is night. It is Sunday and then it is Friday and it is January and then it is November and another year is gone.
And just like that, they are grown. And she is still under the protection of my wing... but also discovering how to soar on her own. She still needs me to help her jump, but is determining the strength of her own wings.