“I’ll take one of these,” I said, I’m Billy, a 13-year-old boy, walking toward the door with my little donut in my palms. It was a cold Saturday morning as I was taking a stroll in the Central Park. The trees, the lake, and the people in the morning, silence. The wind made the trees rustles like they whispering to each other, gossiping about the people in the park. Everything was covered by snow, it was all white. Several of the brown sparrows flew up to the sky and disturbed the silence for awhile. The sky was white…
My parents had divorced for a year. I was living with my aunt, Sarah, in a small apartment near the park. The apartment that I lived in is an old building owned by this man, Mr. Gary. He’s a very nice guy and he’s lonely. He likes to read books like I am. His personality is what my aunt prefers in a gentleman. He’s very kind to me and my aunt. Every weekend he brought me a book and my aunt a coupon. He thinks that’s how he expresses himself as a nice man.
At school, I was lonely; I didn’t have a friend to talk to. Everywhere I walked, I seemed like I’m invisible. No one cares if I even exist or not. Lunchtime, I spent most of the time sitting at the corner reading a book or think to myself about what will I do to my life.
One afternoon, wearing me coats and was walking in the park. That’s my favorite thing to do besides reading. I saw a poor bird lying on couch in the park. I gently held it up in my hands. It soft feather comforted me. I happily ran home to tell my aunt about what I’d found in the park.
After my aunt’s agreement to take care of the bird, I bought it a small cage for the little poor sparrow to settle in. Every day, I brought it food and drink. I found this as my new hobby and enjoyed it a lot. I wondered if the bird is happy or not. I felt uncomfortable deep inside me, it was like a prison for a small innocent sparrow.
I started to wonder about flying and being like a bird. I could feel the wind blowing through my skin. How does it feel to be flying up into the endless sky, you would be invincible. After school, I went back home to see the only friend, the little sparrow and it was gone. I roughly ran to my aunt and asked. She said that if you love something very much, you should let it be. In my mind, I felt like I have lost a piece of me. Am I free from this world? Can I do whatever I want to?
For weeks after, I found myself freedom and happiness. I’m not locked in a cage and I’m happy about it. My aunt was right after all, I should let it fly away to its parents and live a happy life.
I joined some school activities now. I was happy about it. One evening, I received a letter from a girl which I don’t know in my school. Her name is Margaret, her parents just divorced and she needed my advice to be a happier person like I am now. She asked if I could become her friend and I said it would be fun for both of us. I have a friend now…
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