She caught her breath as the cool night air filled her lungs, she was high above the tallest church steeple now... she gazed down upon the view below her, the street lamps twinkled, SNOW glistened with freshly trodden footprints and windows were filled with the warm amber glow of coal fires.... "EMILY!" The voice of her FATHER awoke her with a start. In her hand she clutched a downy, golden FEATHER that glittered as she held it up in the soft glow of candlelight.
Emily felt her father looking at her, she turned her head towards him. "Do you like the PRESENTS Emily?" he asked softly. Emily picked up an ornately crafted wooden box and gently plucked the dainty ANGEL from its velvety casing, she turned the angel over.. yes, the wings were made from the same golden feather she held.. Emily looked at her father in wonder, did he know the power of the delicate object she held clasped in her hand?
Emilys father continued "As you celebrate your 15th birthday this CHRISTMAS eve, your mother and I felt you were ready for such a gift. You will of course have many of your own questions you will want answering.. but for now, we have much to tell you of your mother and I, your siblings and grandparents"
Emily gaped at her father, for as long as she could remember she felt her family was something magical and special, tonight it would seem, her questions would be answered.......
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