8-12, Friday, 9:00 p.m.

It was my eighth birthday. I had just came home from school only to find three different size boxes in colorful wrapping paper, each having their own stared bow. Which all laid on the small dining table. I remember I had set down my bookbag and walked over with my eyes wide and glowing with happiness and shock.

   I had found a note on top of the presents. It was from my momma. It said she wished me a happy birthday and hopes I enjoy my presents. I had smiled at this. I remember then opening my presents, the colorful wrapping paper flying everywhere around me. Till the whole living room was looking like a confetti canon had gone off in there.  I was gifted from my mother: a journal, a pen, and.... a kite.   It was amazing. The way the each bow on the string or fabric in the kite had looked like it was made for me. I took it outside to play with. I had forgotten to do my homework, and it was getting dark when I was finished playing.  I remembered the clouds darkening only to then leak water once I had ran inside. I cleaned up the mess I had made with the wrapping paper only to keep one of the stared-shaped bows. I then would go to the fridge and find something to eat or not anything at all. I looked at the time and found out that my momma should be coming from work soon.... I went to bed holding the string of my kite in my hand. I remember falling asleep to the sound of thunder as lighting struck. But in my room with my kite it seemed my room was sunny and warm.Until, my kite string of life became a knot...