It was almost evening and the two sisters were bored. Muma was going to get back home late. They had played kitchen, doctor, detective, scientist, butterfly and housefly and what not. Now they wanted something new. The elder sister who was in charge when muma was out had an idea. She decided to make a kite for her younger sister. It wasn’t going to be just any kite, but a very special one that had all the colours in the world. This got her all excited and they cleared the table to make space for their new project.

Out came coloured paper, sequins, paints, crayons, er… pixie dust (that’s what glitter was called, you know), glue, scissors, a few sticks from muma’s broom (hoping she wouldn’t notice) and it looked like they were all set. The little girl had no clue how a kite was made, or how it was flown for that matter. So, she furrowed her brows in the deepest concentration and watched her sister at work. From the big picture book in the top shelf of the wooden cupboard they shared, she found the picture of a kite. A large black and orange one against the blue sky. Her decided look said that she was going to make an even better one, also bigger.

First, they decided the colours they would use. Snip, snip, snip the scissors cut along the outline they made on a bright red paper. The sticks were stuck with some tape. Too plain, so some large pink hearts were cut out too. Her sister let her apply the glue and stick them on. Frowning, they thought it needed some sunflowers, because who would have a kite with no sunflowers, huh? Once that was done, there was still a lot of empty space and the little girl got busy making swirling patterns with her crayons, feeling very important. Taking a step back, they looked at the kite on the table. They had forgotten the sequins and pixie dust. How could they! They would need a lot of it, so the kite would glitter from high in the sky and the fairies would be able to see it. The tiny glitter bottles were opened and a rainbow of glitter dusted onto the kite. Some of it (or rather lots) on their cheeks and clothes too. But the more the better, right? Perhaps the fairies would see them too. Okay, now it was really done. They took a moment to admire their creation.

We made this.

I don’t think the Wright brothers felt the same pride and joy when they invented the aeroplane, like these girls did at that moment. It was time to fly it. Oh, wait. They hadn’t fixed a line. Some of muma’s thread from her sewing kit would be perfect. A decent length was cut and stapled on.  Now that the kite was ready and the sisters were covered in glitter, they had just one dilemma. Where would they fly it? Muma had told them not to step out while she wasn’t home. Seeing her sister’s downcast face, the elder sister reassured her that she would make sure they flew the kite, even if it meant they had to indoors. All they needed was a little wind.

The living room looked quite strange that day with two little girls running around frantically holding what looked like a kite under the fan spinning at high speed. Did they manage to fly the kite? It was made of cardsheet, had loads of glue, staples and ornaments. So, take a guess. After around what seemed like an eternity of failed attempts at getting it to fly, the two sisters suspected a flaw in the project.

Maybe there wasn’t enough glitter.

But they had run out of glitter and the front door clicking open told them muma was back. The special kite sat in that wooden cupboard for quite a long time, and the sisters now- not so little exchange giggles whenever they remember the kite that simply refused to fly.

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