I Fly!

From childhood, I always believed that I was not born by a mother’s womb. I mean, human. Rather than hatching the eggs of emprit birds that fell when my parents shot by amateur hunters, then found by my foster mother and taken to the orphanage. "Son, we are your parents, and you have been treated as my own child, don’t feel like that." Deny my foster mother. But I still can’t accept it. Not because I’m inferior, it’s just because I trust it. On a strange night, which often comes, I am between dreams and reality. I can’t be sure. In fact, my mother no longer fed me, and just put my food away. "It’s time for you to eat by your self, Son. I’m sorry, your daddy ask me to. He meant well." My mother said. I want to whine and cry, but not a word can come out of from my mouth, and they feel so far away....
And last night they came back and taught me how to fly. Very difficult. And my father told me, "the best way to learn to fly is to jump into the air, and make yourself not die punch by the land." So here I am, on the third floor of the orphanage, eagerly learning to fly.