O menino e a sua pipa

Previously

…Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders. “I have to get it back,” I said, my voice surprisingly firm. Dad opened his mouth to protest, but I was already moving. I couldn’t explain it, not even to myself. It was more than just wanting the kite back. It was a need, a sudden, urgent pull towards the unknown, towards the challenge. My perfect birthday had just taken a sharp, unexpected turn, and I was about to follow it, right into the heart of the Whispering Woods. The adventure had truly begun.