Fireflies Short Story
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Lily was only half aware of everything going on up to that point, and in some way I envied her. She knew that Dad wasn't there, but she didn't fully understand why he hadn't come back yet. She didn't understand the extent of death, even though Dad had been dead long before Mom had to pull the plug. He used to play a game with her, where they grab an old Mason jar and run around in the fields, catching fireflies. And when Lily had finally called enough to please her adventurous little heart, she'd capped the lid and freeze. This is when Dad would run up behind her and swing her around, lifting her to the sky. She'd cackle into the fall air. I'm flying. I'm really flying, Dad!