Dreams

Previously

…As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the lawn, Leo bid Mr. Henderson goodbye. He walked home, the weight of the flight manual and maps a comforting presence in his arms. He knew the road ahead was still long and arduous, filled with uncertainties and the constant pressure of their financial situation. But for the first time in a long time, the dream of becoming a pilot didn’t feel like a distant star, but a tangible destination, a horizon he was actively, purposefully moving towards. He looked up at the vast, darkening sky, a silent promise forming on his lips, a promise whispered to the wind and the stars: he would fly. He would find his wings.