Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective...They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair...Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become.
Mum bought me _ite for my sixth birthday. It was beautiful. Snowy white with long tail of ribbons. Sheheld the string, and I ran and ran as fast as I _ould, but it kept dropping to clumsy heap on the ground. When I gottired Mum took over, holding it high above her head and running and running until, all at once, _udden wonderful gust of wind took the kite soaring high, high into the sky, so I had to squint to see it.__old on, Rosie!_ Mum had called. __old tight!_ And _ did, gripping the string with all my might as the kite danced high up above, gleaming bright whiteagainst the blue sky, its ribbons sparkling in the sunlight as it flew, soaring and dipping like _ird, forever pulling at the string in my hand __igher, higher _ tugging to getfree. Then I let go.The string snapped from my grip and was gone. Mum raced after it,but it was too fast,soaring up,up and away, higher than the trees. She scooped me up in _ug and told me it was all right, she'd buy me another one. But I didn't want another one. That was my kite,andit was free. I__ let it go.It__ wanted so much to be free that I just couldn't hold on, couldn__ hold it down. I smiled as I watched it whirl away _ above the trees, above the birds, above the clouds, sparkling into the heavens, dancing free. It was the most beautiful thing I _ave ever seen.
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Mum bought me _ite for my sixth birthday. It was beautiful. Snowy white with long tail of ribbons. Sheheld the string, and I ran and ran as fast as I _ould, but it kept dropping to clumsy heap on the ground. When I gottired Mum took over, holding it high above her head and running and running until, all at once, _udden wonderful gust of wind took the kite soaring high, high into the sky, so I had to squint to see it.__old on, Rosie!_ Mum had called. __old tight!_ And _ did, gripping the string with all my might as the kite danced high up above, gleaming bright whiteagainst the blue sky, its ribbons sparkling in the sunlight as it flew, soaring and dipping like _ird, forever pulling at the string in my hand __igher, higher _ tugging to getfree. Then I let go.The string snapped from my grip and was gone. Mum raced after it,but it was too fast,soaring up,up and away, higher than the trees. She scooped me up in _ug and told me it was all right, she'd buy me another one. But I didn't want another one. That was my kite,andit was free. I__ let it go.It__ wanted so much to be free that I just couldn't hold on, couldn__ hold it down. I smiled as I watched it whirl away _ above the trees, above the birds, above the clouds, sparkling into the heavens, dancing free. It was the most beautiful thing I _ave ever seen.
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