The thick assembly of her eyelashes flickers open slowly as her lips raised a light pink colour around the rim of the fancy china that lay between her red, painted finger tips. Pieces of a honey colour released around her eyes mimicking only the colours a successful sunset could make. She sat in a field; where wildflowers decorated the empty pasture of natural beauty. The air blowing through her curly ash brown hair. The strands bundled together into a loose fish braid as it decorated her left shoulder, flowed over the floral aerie shirt. A book sat beside her as she sat against the woodened out tree, its pages moving back and forth as the vicious winds blew an irritating gust of charm which unwillingly placed a smile across Addison’s lips. Her ever so long slim legs stretched out, one crossing the other.
''Isn't it a shame?'' A loud voice interrupted, Addison’s head snapping back out of her peaceful serendipity quickly.
''Oh,'' she breathed, a heart-felt smile soon exposed upon her lips, ''Dad, you scared the living bajeesus out of me.'' Her head swung back around to face view that had knocked her out of her senses a few seconds ago. ''What were you saying?'' She asked, curious of what her dad always had to say.
''It's a shame isn't it,'' he repeated, groaning as his body crouched down beside her, ''you can spend your whole life wondering what it would be like to be free as bird, but no one actually tries.'' His elbow gently nudged Addison, his head nodding towards the blue bird that chirped happily in the tree branches that hover over their heads.
Addison watched the bird flick a piece of red string into the nest him and his partner were constructing.”How do you know it isn’t free?'' She whispered.
''Because Adi, it seems happy.'' He answered quietly, his grey eyes dissecting every detail of the little chickadee. ''I want you to be happy, Addison.'' His eyes move across to Addison, who glanced down at the piece of china she continuously ran her fingertip around, a proven known fact she was listening to her father words of wisdom. 
''I am happy daddy. Stop trying to label my life when I'm perfectly happy with how things are. '' Addison scrambled up to her feet, setting down the wine glass on the dewy grass. ''I know things have been rough since mom died, but, stop trying to set me free. I'm not leaving you, just know that.'' 
''Addison, just hear me out-''
''I'll see you back at the house, dad.'' Addison retraced her steps back into the house which one seemed to be so familiar but turned into a terrifying stranger trapped with memories of her beautiful mother. Addison knew what her father was doing trying to set her free and she knew that what broke her father's heart more than anything in the whole word? He knew deep inside that Addison Allegra William wasn't happy, at all.