Rayne loved to play outside. She loved the feel of the sun on her face, to run through puddles after a storm. She was connected to nature. It made her want to sing.
She was only 5 years old when she found that tiny bird. She brought it inside and put it in a small box to heal.
Rayne loved her parents, but she always knew there was something more. She never knew about the adoption.
Nor did she remember the church, the ladies in waiting or the stained glass, only that she had a broken wing just like that tiny little bird.