Dana looked at the sky and however hard she tried, her eyes were transfixed there.
Four mighty majestic birds owned the sky creating patterns that made her spirit strong. As they maneuvered along the sky chasing each other and falling back, she felt a strange sense of feelings chase her own heart.
Little Dana looked at her brother who was watching them as well and wondered if even he felt what she was going through.
As the birds soared higher than her eyes could see and came down one last time she knew it had captured her spirit.
She knew she wanted to be the ones who flew them. She wondered what they called them.
Little did she knew she would be the first woman pilot to fly a fighter plane.
That last line is fantastic. I love it. The whoosh in her heart and the awe in her smile. Very well told Nitin.
Thank you so much 🙂
I think the second paragraph is particularly beautiful. The piece flows very well.
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Good for her. Shoot down the glass ceiling.
Lol Yeah 😀