My morning bird

The hay stack has now become my home since I lost the only people I've ever cherished my whole life. Honestly, I think life has been very cruel to me. First, I found out that my parents had completely severed relationships with extended family before I even got to know them.

Well, I wasn't affected so much by that fact since I still had my parents with me the whole time. But what about now? They've left me alone in this whole world with no one to run to.

Sometimes. I wish I wouldn't wake up the next day because everyday is a painful reminder that my parents were gone. I had no mommy to coax me to sleep and wake me up at seven in the morning. No daddy to play pranks on and take me candy shopping anymore.

And as I prepare to lay down in my stack this night, my only prayer is that i wouldn't wake up to face another painful morning. I know that prayer won't be answered but I still pray just in case I am remembered. You might be asking why I stay in a haystack when I had parents. Actually, I can't stay in that big house alone. Its not like i can pay the rent if I should stay, so I decided to leave and just sleep anywhere i see around. So far, the stack is the best.

I don't look forward to waking up this morning but I still wake up thanks to a very loud noise close to my window. I have to admit that this sound is sweet but its still annoying because I planned to sleep myself to death or better still, hibernate if death refuses to come. Unfortunately, this sound persists and I have no other choice but open my eyes to welcome the rays of sunlight from a new day and look for the annoying sound producer.

As I lift my head and look towards the little opening in the store that serves as my window, I sight a little yellow bird perching on the wood and looking at me innocently. I'm supposed to be appreciative but not at this point as anger overtakes me and I pick a stick up. I hit the bird and it falls to the ground. "What a stupid bird" is the only thing that crosses my mind. It didn't even fly away to avoid the stick. Happy that I had gotten rid of my hibernation interruption, I stood looking around the store but before I could even move from my spot, I heard that ear piercing sound again and when I looked to that hole yet again, the little bird perched there looking at me defiantly like it was angry but I didn't even look its way again.

When it saw that I wasn't going to give it my attention, it flew away. i sat back in the stack to think. I had no hope for food since I didn't have money on me except I had to go into town and steal from stores or beg. I had leaned considerably, almost weightless now. Just as I was about to pick my tattered boots to start my walk to town, that annoying bird flew back to that little hole, but this time it came directly inside and dropped something on the ground. When I picked what it dropped and opened it, I found out that it was food. I couldn't help but smile. Happy couldn't describe what I felt at that moment.

When I looked back to thank the bird, it had flown away. So, I just sat back and ate my food for the day with so much happiness. I never knew that I would ever be so happy for just a meal but now, I guess I am.

The next day, the same thing happened again just that I didn't hit the bird again. Little by little, I start to appreciate life again.

My little bird woke me up every morning, fed me and gave me a reason to live again. My little bird that made sure I didn't sleep myself to death.