The Feather

It was the beginning of the fall. Red, yellow and dry leaves on the ground. A little girl jumping around wearing an old red jumper while her mother trailed behind along with her older brother. The girl crunching the dry leaves and laughing as they crumble to pieces. The little one stopped abruptly and stared at a leaf. She thought it was magical, how soft and white it was. How happy was she, finding something new and different.  She rushed to show it to her mother and brother. Her mother politely said, “Such a beautiful leaf sweetheart. I have never seen a white leaf before…” The mother knew that it was feather but she did not want to tell her. She wanted her to find what it was on her own.   The little girl kept it in a shiny packet, and skipped ahead jumping on more dry leaves. The girl was filled with innocence and an amazing intuition of discovering new things. She was mesmerized by a mere feather claiming it a white leaf. This feather went many places but never ever left the heart of the little girl. No matter what had happened, the feather would always bring joy to the girl, just by looking at it or just rubbing it on her hand, it was her companion during hard times.