WEATHER STATIONS

world is a dangerous place filled with people who will hurt you,’ she says calmly. I could
feel her grip tighten as she said this and her voice sounded like she had a lump in her
throat, however she kept the same smile and never looked away from me, she kept her
composure. ‘But what if….’ I started, but she halted me by saying, ‘Now let’s get you fed
sweetie,’ as she rose back to her feet. She now continued with the usual morning routine,
she walked over to the window and opened it to ‘let in the freshness’, as she always told
me. This was my favourite part of the morning because I could hear the sounds that were
outside. I ran up to the window and looked up, I couldn’t reach it but I just closed my
eyes and listened to all the wondrous sounds that came flooding into the room.
My mother left to go get my breakfast but I just stood there with my eyes closed,
listening to the seemingly endless world outside of my window. A familiar sound met my
ear. ‘BIRDS!’ I shouted happily, as I listened to their careless chirping, a grin once again
appearing on my face. I kept listening for more sounds and I focused in on things such
as cars, the wind, motorcycles and footsteps. I waited for my favourite sound of all…
people. I love listening to the voices of people walking past and especially the sound of
other children playing in the streets, although it made me want to know what it would be
like to be out there with them, the sun on my face, the wind in my hair and maybe, just
maybe, I could be the person that someone else is listening to out of their window…
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