The onset of summer was so warm and pleasant. The breeze was uttering a loud cry for the nostalgia in my viens. Long hot days but clear crystal nights .. its true when they say "LOVE IS IN THE SUMMER"
Guess what ? I'm in love with the season :)
I could sense this perennial source of joy in my heart ; I was so desperate to go out and see what I was waiting for this whole time. I am happy but I'm excited as hell.
"Its here ! Its here ! " my sister screamed out of her lungs.
"are you coming or not ?!"
"yeah I'm coming wait"! I yelled.
I left my room in a hustle and the diary flung upon my bed. I was at my room upstairs writings my diary as usual. But that night was one of the best night I ever knew. I witnessed the most fascinating thing ever but for me it was more than fascinating.
"Did it hatched ?!" " already !!" I screamed coming down from stairs. I miss a few steps of course , nothing could stop me to witness my moment.
I saw my family gathered around the table in our living room.
Our dwelling is a decent four room picturesque house with a tiny garden and a farm at backyard. I live with my mom , dad , younger sister and our sweet little notorious Kelly (our pug dog). A one little jolly family.
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" any guesses ? " my sister asked seeing the egg getting torn apart by the storm of life growing inside.
"You should eat girls , you can see it later" my mom sighed standing in the kitchen which was a portion of our living room to make it more cozy and sound.
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A kitchen is a very important part of a house. There has been so many hysterical incidents happened to decide where should we set the kitchen and I never get bored sharing them . Even if it is our uncle John breaking crockery or my dad trying to fix the oven and end up selling it for some few cigars. This house is full of anecdotes which makes it so nostalgic and our old hood.
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"Should we get the camera?" Me , a memory enthusiast insist gazing at the egg.
I didn't knew why I was so drawn to birds and their lifestyle . Maybe it all started when a sparrow build a net at the veranda of our house. I could do nothing but observe the mama sparrow Bird feeding her babies . One thing I always wonder was " did mama sparrow also eat something or not?" or she catches morning worms for her babies.
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Isn't it fascinating how this life goes on but one have to make sacrifice so that their tomorrow can live a good part.
I placed me and my sister as the babies and mama Bird as my mumma and papa.
BUT WHAT IF MAMA BIRD WOULD NEVER RETURN ?
AND WHAT IF MAMA BIRD GOT STUCK IN THE NET ?
WHAT IF BABY BIRDS WOULD GROW AND LEAVE MAMA BIRD ALONE ?
Would it still be a sacrifice or suffice ?
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