We are often ignored, mistreated, teased, or overlooked. “In our schools, most of us are considered misfits. I might have breathed out too hard, because at that moment, the tiny insect lifted its wings and took off on an unseen breeze. It spoke to me! I know quite a bit about speaking out loud without saying a word.Īs we sat there in the purpling twilight, just me and that lightning bug, I sighed with happiness. One tiny bloom of bright yellow-green light gleamed from its body. Firefly? As if it could hear me, its wings flexed out and in. I wondered about the magic of having iridescent floaties attached to my body-what it would feel like to lift into the air and glide on a whisper of wind. The firefly seemed to be in no hurry to leave. Dark lines that looked like they’d been painted on its back with a fine-tipped pen separated the crimson from the ebony. Its black wings, so shiny, opened and closed like scissors. My hands often move on their own, whether I want them to or not, so I focused intensely, willing myself to remain still. Two wire-thin antennae, flickering, protruded from its tiny round head painted with a small red dot. The firefly hovered over the back of my hand, then landed-slowly, effortlessly.
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