Rebecca wasn't a cry baby. She was stronger than most people. But it was true that she needed to work on her emotional front.
Tears ran down her cheeks as if there was leakage somewhere in her tear glands. She ran till her feet reached her room and then banged it shut from the inside. Her back on the door, slipping as she cried even more. Miranda stood there outside, her ears on the door, hands raised , ready to knock, but she retreated silently instead.
And then, as if to console her lonely heart, a fluttering of majestic feathered wings filled her ear. The messenger from the other side had arrived with another letter.
Rebecca wiped her tears and ran to the window.
" Good boy, come inside... You want a treat... don't you? Come on.. " She patted the falcon , trying to get the jar o
