Caitlin loves the bright colours, the streaming tail and the long guiding line of her kite. And as she lies, limp in her bed, she holds the kite close and thinks of all the places where she could fly it; the countryside, the mountains, the wide-open spaces.
Caitlin is very ill and she doesn't get better. But one hot summer's evening, she and the kite soar together through the clear sky, over lakes and mountains, until they reach a place free of pain and suffering . . . a place she can call home . . .
