I grab my sister’s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump. And we are free, like doves released at a wedding. Only we weren’t celebrating the union of two lovers, we were escaping the harsh reality of our world. We had been the caged doves, looked upon and laughed at by our captors. We were the innocent, the vulnerable, the replaceable. Caged doves. But we were free now, flying above the clouds, letting our wings stretch across the cold autumn sky. We were no longer caged doves. We were free. Innocent. Vulnerable. But free.