a snippet of the YA Novel

I couldn’t understand why she pushed so hard.  One would think you didn’t want your children to fly the coop too early.   Wasn’t 17 still a kid?   I recall seeing baby birds fall out of the eaves, toppled from their nests, their thin skin practically see- through, laying helplessly in the grass a bony sharp fleshy colored wing trapped underneath it’s weightless body.  “don’t touch” replayed in my head but how could I not?   I hoped I wasn’t see-through still. How did she even know I was ready?

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