Tiny Imperfect Fiction 17

Birdie grew a little bit every day. When she was younger, her body grew taller, her brain grew smarter, her bones and muscles grew stronger, her knowledge grew wider, and her dreams grew bigger. 

After a while, everything about her body and brain had gotten as big and strong as it could get, and there was nowhere else she could grow. 

So she started to grow on the inside. Her mind grew deeper, her love grew wider, her wisdom grew bigger, and her joy grew… well, it just grew. And it spilled over, touching everything around her.

Birdie kept growing and growing and growing and growing until she became a giant. A giant on the inside. The kind of giant you feel walk into the room but cannot see.