By Lilian Tang
It was early summer when we moved here just a month ago.
Outside of our apartment there was a green meadow, and a pine tree in
front of the window. Far away were high mountains still with the white
snow covering the tops. My son, Kenny, was only six years old and in
kindergarten. All the neighbouring kids were older than he and had school
in the afternoon; he had few friends here. He liked to observe the
squirrel busily finding foods in the meadow, and sometimes he gave some
bread crumbs to the pigeons and birds outside the window.
One sunny day, just after we had lunch, we heard some
strange sound in Kenny's bedroom. Kenny rushed to the room and called me
excitedly, "Mum, Mum, here is a bird!"
A small bird came in through the window and couldn't
find the way out. We ran after the bird and finally caught it.
"It's a lovely bird, Mum"
"Maybe he is thirsty. We should give him some water."
Kenny brought some water in a cup and we found a box as
"A bird can't be at our home for a long time" I told
"Mum, maybe he can't find his mother. He can stay in my
room. I will take care of him. He can be my good friend."
Kenny is lonely. He was so eager to keep that little
friend. So I let him keep the bird in his room. He was so joyful that he
spent all morning in his room singing to the bird, finding some food to
feed him. He was fascinated at its every move .
"Mum, Dad, the bird hides its head in its wing when it
Kenny woke us up early the next morning and let us see
the bird. When we opened the box wider to see more clearly, the bird
suddenly woke up and flew out. We chased after it for some time and
finally caught it and put it inside the box again.
"We can tie a thin thread on his foot to prevent it from
"I think you should let it go. He will missed by his
mother, and his friends," his Dad said. "If a bird doesn't have the
freedom to fly, it will die."
Kenny looked at us suspiciously, "Just let him stay with
me for one more day, please! I will let him go tomorrow."
The bird stayed in the box and seemed scared and did not
eat the food we gave him.
"I think you should let it go now," Mum shared the
opinion with Dad.
"OK, Mum, but I think maybe he is sick. He will die if
he can't fly and can not find food. Maybe tomorrow when he feels better
then we let him go."
Kenny woke us up again early next morning.
"Mum, I open the box but the bird doesn't move. Why are
other birds singing songs but mine is still asleep?" I looked at the bird,
it still hid its head under its wing, but this time it lay down in the
box. I touched it but nothing happened.
"Oh dear, the bird is dead."
Kenny didn't believe it. He held up the bird, but it
didn't move anymore.
"Oh my God, I should have let it go yesterday." Kenny
stared at the bird with tear in his eyes, and repeated the words. "I
should have let it go".
"Kenny, I know you'd like to keep the bird as your
friend. But the bird likes freedom to fly, just like we enjoy working,
studying. We can tie its foot but can't tie its heart. It belongs to its
mother, to the sky outside."
Kenny nodded and turned to me, "Can we bury it under the
tree where her mother might build a nest?"
"Of course." I said. Kenny and I buried the bird under
the pine tree, and Kenny planted a flower on the hillock. On the way back,
Kenny said to me, "Mum, animals belong to the nature, people can not lock
them in the zoo, right?"
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