I know she meant well. But my conscience tells me that if I were to go along with the flow, it'll be akin to grabbing onto a life buoy available. Or just settling for any substitute. This is something my moral compass tells me is wrong.
But I'm glad what I spilled did not tarnish my image. They still love me XD Alright only one replied but I'm sure the other won't ditch me.
There are little birdies in my verandah! Although they are tiny enough to be completely obscured by the nest their parents built, but their crispy chirpings remain very audible. Reverberating, I'd even say, in this empty, abandoned apartment, with only one soul to appreciate their heartsongs.
What are you singing, little birdies? Are you telling me of the warmth under your parents' wings of protection spread over your home? Or the anticipation of the big, big world outside, which you are still limited by your underdeveloped wingies from exploring?
Since morning I heard little noises in the apartment, and after repeated checks I still couldn't make out what they were. Until I heard it again, and was dead sure it was from the verandah, and thus went there to see what was going on in the house. Imagine my delight when I saw that bird nest resting, hinging rather, at a corner on top of the pipe. Wow. A family of birdies made a home out of OUR home. What I felt at that point was, warmth. Although reality check, I did not see ANY bird at all. But that's not difficult to explain, is that? Papa Mama went out to look for food, while the kids stayed 'home', 'talking' to each other.
Sigh. A family of birds.
