Aeroplanes always fascinated me. I loved the idea of flying. It gave me a thrill that no one could understand. I also loved the idea of flying metaphorically. Who didn't? I loved succeeding, and getting trophies and medals because it made me feel loved and appreciated. When I failed, I crashed and burned. Lately though, I'd been feeling as though my wings have been cut off from me, and I can't take off. Eventually though, I was soaring high among the clouds, as expected because every story has a happy ending and every story has a hero. Mine? Guess you'll have to find out. 

How it all started...

My mom loved to make me and my sister laugh. She wasn't the best at it because her jokes were hilariously stupid but it always did the trick. Sometimes, the effect wasn't immediate. Like the time when she took it upon herself to prove to me and my sister that she can truly sing the pop songs of the 21st century in the right tune. She was determined, I'll give her that. 

"I won't give up, I won't give up, I will reach the end then I'll try again!" My mom belted out the lyrics of the song pathetically loudly. 

Try everything

I'd just come back home from school, in a terrible mood because it was the week of my finals and the math paper I had just given had been awful. 

"Shakira didn't write that song for you to make fun of mom!" I yelled over the music blaring from the TV. I know it wasn't kind but I was in a terrible mood. I take my grades VERY seriously. 

"Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh! Try everything!" She counted the number of 'Oh's in the song on her fingers. Despite myself, I chuckled. 

"You do realise that you don't have to count it right? It just comes naturally," I shrugged off my bag from my shoulders. 

It dropped to the floor with a thud. Zootopia was at least 3 years old. I had no idea where she got the idea to dance and sing along to that song. The next step though, it really damaged my eyes. And I already had glasses! She lifted her right leg up and thrust in the air, while flailing her hands around violently. 

"May I ask what on Earth are you doing?" 

"Of course darlin'. I'm dancing! Whoo Whoo!" I rolled my eyes and went to my bedroom. I didn't have time for my mom's shenanigans. I had a test the next day. 

However, later that night, when me, my sister and my mom were sitting together in the living room, having our dinner, my sister said, "let's role play each other and try to guess who we're playing!" I yelled at her to shut up and threw a pillow on her head because I was stressed out. Like a lot. My sister didn't cry though, thank goodness for that, but instead, she stood up and started waving her hands around in the air and swatting her leg about. I was confused. At first, I thought she was mocking me and I was about to throw a fit when she shouted, "it's Mom!"

I laughed so hard at her ridiculous but very accurate mime that the yoghurt came spewing out of my mouth. I know she probably didn't mean it, but she lifted my spirits up. Or she did, but she just didn't know it. One laugh, led to more laughs until my dinner was the one meal that I had while laughing and being happy. She had given flight to my spirits. 

Rubix Revenge

My mom always liked teaching me new things that didn't have to do with school. I like to think that she's extremely smart, the smartest person I've ever met. She's incredible at Maths, Computer Science and a whole ton of logical things. She isn't even selfish with her skills. My mom teaches my sister and I lots of things. She taught me how to solve the 3*3 rubix cube. And then the 4*4 cube. And then the 5*5 cube. At first I was just learning because my mom looked genuinely happy while she taught me. 

But then, at school, when there came a craze for the kids to get their 3*3 rubix cubes and show off while solving, I decided to take all three of mine. Everyone was after me for them, following me and coming up to me and asking me if they could try solving the bigger cubes. I felt so important and proud at the time. Especially because at school, I had always been somewhat of a social reject. But right then? My mom had lifted me up from the lowest rung on the social ladder to the highest one. She had lifted me up, once again, like she always did.