An Alien!

"So I'm an ALIEN??", Goldie asks with a raised eyebrow.

She was growing wings already, it would not be too much of a shocker that she was an alien.

In fact, being an alien would explain the wings, but still… it felt completely unbelievable.

"WELL… you look human, you act human as you were raised by humans, so you are human… it's just, you were not born by humans.", responds her father nervously, with shxt logic only meant to comfort their daughter.

At the moment, she looked so pitiful and forlorn. They had to do whatever to make their daughter retain her sense of belonging.

"You said the golden egg I came out of was the core of a meteorite…", she begins to quiz her father.

"Mhm… yes.", nods her father, the nervous sweat on the side of his head growing larger as he starts to think of a way to make his sweet little Goldie not feel like a freaky non-human creature (which she actually was).