Please+Come+Home,+Well+If+You+Can


 * Please Come Home, Well If You Can **
 *  I hate myself so much! My mom and sisters were and still are, really mad at me. Why would I try to balance on one leg while holding a birds cage over my head? Zazu left me - and my family - for the world. **


 *  A long time ago, about a year before I really lost him, mom was outside cleaning the bottom of the cage, where his bird manure was, and accidently opened the door to his cage while getting a sponge. Zazu flew out. Mom started to chase him, but he flew way too high. Mom told us to go and try to find him, of course after she told us what happened. I swear, I was about to pull my hair out of my head! We couldn’t find him; he was gone forever. **


 *  That same night, mom was still outside. She was whistling a really cool tune. Mom said she always whistled that tune when we were at school. It was worth a shot to try it. Mom gave up and started to walk inside. Then, a second later, we heard a pair of wings fluttering behind us. **


 *  “Mom, mom! Zazu is back turn around he is right behind you!” I yelled. **


 * Mom turned around and whispered, “Don’t move, you guys. I am going to grab Zazu. Don’t move a single hair and be QUIET!” **


 *  A couple months later, I brought Zazu outside for some fresh air. Yes, of course he was in his cage! I walked outside with the cage over my head while balancing on one leg. I lost my balance and fell. I dropped the cage and it collapsed. Zazu was frightened (so was I), and flew away again! Mom saw the whole thing and said Zazu would come back. “He did it once, he might come back again.” Mom whispered. Mom kept whistling again, but so far he hasn’t come. Mom got really tired and told us all to go to bed. I felt like a loser. My sisters, Leila (18 now) and Sara (14 now), were about to beat me up, but they didn’t. Thank you, God! I woke up the next morning, and rushed downstairs. I was really hoping mom would stay out for another ten minutes, and Zazu would come. I was out of breath when I asked mom if he came back. Mom shook her head no. **


 *  “What, he didn’t come back?!” I yelled. I cried and cried until I had no more tears left in me anymore. Seriously, I just really had to stand on one foot. **


 *  Zazu was officially gone. Leila however, brought home two birds six months later. They were cockatiels. We were ecstatic and named them Tweety and Sylvester. Tweety was named that because he was pure yellow. I didn’t really understand why we named Sylvester, Sylvester. He was gray, but a little sassy. Maybe that’s why we named him Sylvester. **


 * Anyways, Leila was washing Tweety’s cage and left for a minute to use the restroom. She accidently left the cage door open too! When will this stop. I can’t take it any longer. When Leila came back, Tweety was gone. Another loss in our family; how sad. **


 *  At least we still had Sylvester? Are you kidding me! He just sat in his cage like a statue. He was practically dead. He had no fun without Tweety. It was summer time, and it was really hot. So we brought Sylvester and his cage outside for a while. Mom forgot he was outside, and heard funny noises. She went to go check- it- out and saw a horrifying death. An animal was in our back yard and reached in Sylvester’s cage to grab him with its claw. Sylvester was screeching and then he finally stopped. The ‘thing with the claw’ got him and killed him. I swear I will find the animal and get my revenge! My family and I decided not to get another bird again. Well, at least for a while. I miss my birds! **


 * ~ Dalia Farazdaghi :) **