I learned to be patient from a Dead Bird

monomyth (65)in #life • 9 years ago (edited)

I was five or six years old. I think it was early September. We came to the village house with my grandfather. My dad had gone to the roof to bag the coal, and then our roof was quite damaged. Even in the winter there was cold weather. I vomited to the dad from the vent. If you find eggs, bring them to me. I do not remember how many hours passed. When my daddy came, he took out a small egg from his pocket and handed it to me. The eggs were smaller than my hand, even from my palm... I put all the cottons in the house in a small cardboard box and put the egg in the middle. The box is also close to the heater...

Every morning, every night, before every sleep I talked to it. I spoke for hours with that egg I did not know whether it was a crow or a sparrow. I could have waited thirteen days. I wanted to see him now. I ran away a few times before I eliminated it. He was inside, he should have heard me. Maybe he was waiting for the sign so time to wake up. I tried to bring the spoon and shoot the shell slowly. I was going to help him to get out of here without getting hurt. A few small push then broke the crust. He wasn't awake again. When I began to peel the shell, fell into a tiny creature with a white, lintless, transparent liquid. It was not what I expected. He was dead and I cried. I thought I killed him. Then I believed that my father killed because he was the who brought it from his home. Then I accused his mother of leaving his alone in the nest. And then I blamed myself again for telling my dad to bring me home...

The result had not changed for years. The bird died and there was no killer. I understand that love alone is not enough. It wasn't enough to ask. Patience and time were needed to enlarge the love. I could never patience when I was young. I wanted to learn everything once and for all. I was curious, I was hasty. Even my parents were bored now that I was in a hurry. But that day, the dead bird succeeded in destroying my haste. And I learned to be patient from a Dead Bird...