She really hated it. This life she was living, this cage she was forced to endure.
How could she have been so complicit all these years, accepting it like it was normal? No, this had been her normal, the life of a caged bird.
A bird who had never spread her wings and soared would not know the wonders of the sky. A caged bird who had lived in a cage would think that was all the world had to offer, never asking for more.
But then what if that caged little bird soared? What if it touched the clouds, felt the winds of freedom, and had the gift of choice far from its fate in the cage?
After seeing what it saw and knowing what it knew, how could it ever want to return to the cage and be complicit in its own suffering?
The world outside wasn't in her books. It was there, on the outside, just beyond her windows, through her doors.
Never... never again would she accept anything that was not a choice born from her own free will.
She would deny any love that damned her to a cage.
