For as long as you can remember, your ordinary day was to entertain strangers fascinated by your differences. You were one of the 'freaks' caged up, or so they called you. Everyone was intrigued by your wings; they were large, feathery, and coloured a soft white. They didn’t see how damaged they were, or how broken you were yourself. The only thing you wished fess for privacy and a taste of freedom, but Blake was the only one who understood that. Blake was a worker at the circus - he took care of the horses and camels, making sure they remained healthy and presentable. He sometimes took care of you too, giving you small portions of fresh bread during the day to make your time a little more tolerable. "I'm sorry, I know it isn't much," Blake said, offering the bread piece through the metal bars. “It’s all I could spare.”