At this time, many flowers in the flowerbed in the yard have already faded, but some of them are particularly eye-catching like dyed petals, like a group of young girls volleyballing in line, smiling and waiting for the nourishment of the sun.

It was midsummer morning, and I went to a sanatorium in the remote suburbs to see an old friend. At this time, many flowers in the flowerbed in the yard have already faded, but some of them are particularly eye-catching like dyed petals, like a group of young girls volleyballing in line, smiling and waiting for the nourishment of the sun.

When I looked at these flowers from afar, I saw a little girl. She looked seven or eight years old, with a very round face. Her eyelashes always flew up and down when she smiled, like two light black wings. At this time, she was gently dripping water at the petals with her little kettle, waving her hands from time to time, screaming happily, immersing herself in her own world of flower.

I was moved and walked over curiously. Only then did I realize that she was a little girl in a wheelchair. However, she didn't seem sad. When I was beside her, the little girl was not restrained. She still gently dripped water on the petals, muttering something in her mouth. I touched her head and asked curiously what she was talking about.

"I want the petals to open their mouths. On such a hot day, I'm afraid that the flowers will be thirsty. Auntie, look, do they like me?"

I looked in the direction of her finger, and I saw that the petals dripping by the water droplets seemed to be more moving, and the dyed petals became more and more erect.

"It's called Phalaenopsis, I especially like its wings." The little girl said tenderly, still using her little kettle to drip water for it.

"My mother originally said that when I grow up, I will become a beautiful angel, a flying angel, and I believe these things, but," she smiled in a daze, without feeling sad at all,

"But, now I can only sit on this chair and become a sitting angel. Auntie, do you think the sitting angel can fly?"

Listening to this, I was speechless for a moment, and didn't know how to answer, so I could only smile helplessly. The little girl still focused on dripping water drops to the flowers, and she smiled, with a pair of charming dimples on her face.

"I can light up their eyes, I can wait for the sun. When the sun passes by, I feed them, they can fly, and I can fly too."

I was a little surprised when I heard this. The happiness of children is so simple. This is something that adults cannot understand, and I feel ashamed of this.

Later, I learned the story of the little girl. She was normal, but due to genetic reasons, as she grew older, she could not leave. The muscles on her legs almost atrophy, which means that she could not leave the wheelchair in this life. Her mother abandoned her and her father was disabled due to work. She is now living in a nursing home.

After a few days, I brought my child over. The little girl was very happy. She had a playmate and took out her beloved toys. The bottle contained colorful feathers. She would put them in her hand and blew them gently, and the feathers would fly up. At this time, the little girl's eyes would become extremely crystal clear.

A few years later, one late autumn afternoon, an old friend came to chat with me. After a family break, the old friend suddenly asked me about my story about the little girl. Only then did I realize that not long ago, a girl died of serious problems with her own immunity due to muscle weakness.

When I heard this, my eyes suddenly became wet, and I still don’t know the girl’s name. Looking at the leaves flying all over the sky outside the window, I remembered the little girl's eyes and the cute look of her dripping water on the petals. I understand that at this moment, the little girl may be flying happily among the grass in the sunshine, smiling because she already has a pair of flying wings.

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