He throws his graduation cap in the air while I have tears flowing down my eyes.
He's no doubt very excited about the 'freedom' that he'll get. That involves no reminders or nagging from my end to do things.
As a parent, I ought to step back and give him wings to make his first flight away from home. Only then, I guess, he'll realize the importance of all that care, love, attention, and the need to manage time well, that he used to knit brows upon.
As the wise said, "Give them wings to appreciate what they had."
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a first flight. It can be anything or anyone that flies. What is significant about the first? Go where the prompt leads!
