Angel, a lively little girl with curly hair and sparkling eyes, tiptoes across her room, giggling as she tries not to wake her snoozing cat. She leaps from her bed, arms outstretched, pretending to soar like a bird. "One day, I’ll really fly!" she whispers to herself, her imagination already taking flight.

Angel chases a butterfly, her laughter echoing. Suddenly, she feels an odd tingling in her toes and, without warning, her feet lift off the ground. She hovers above the grass, startled yet thrilled, clutching a dandelion. "Am I… flying?" she gasps, spinning slowly in the air.

Angel swoops and glides, experimenting with her newfound magic. She waves at a passing bird, who seems almost as surprised as she is. "Hello up there! Want to play tag?" she calls, her heart pounding with exhilaration.

She finds her best friend, Mia, sitting cross-legged with a book beneath the oak tree. Angel bounds over, barely able to contain her excitement. "Mia, you won’t believe what just happened! I can fly!" Mia looks up, incredulous but eager.

"Prove it!" Mia demands, grinning. Angel closes her eyes, concentrates, and rises gently off the ground once again. Mia gasps, dropping her book. "You really can! This is amazing!"

Angel floats beside Mia, promising to keep her secret safe for now. "Maybe one day, you’ll fly with me too," Angel says, their dreams soaring as high as the clouds above.