A very, very short story

Once,she thought she was a bird. She could fly and sing and live in the trees. She crept down the hall and tried to fly off the second story window. She discovered she was NOT a bird.

Once, she thought she was a shadow. She followed her sisters around all day. They scolded her over and over. She realized she wasn't sneaky enough, nor faithful enough, to be a shadow.

Once, she thought she was a spider. She tried to spin a web across the doorway and failed. She couldn't make a thing. She realized she wasn't a spider.

One time she thought she was a girl. She brushed her hair, wore some nice dresses, walked quietly to the bus stop, kept herself quiet and still. She realized then she wasn't a girl. She was a woman. She walked confidently, she kept herself loud and amazing, she did her hair anyway she liked. She didn't need anyone. She was amazing and brassy and brilliant. Her story doesn't end here but this story does.