may 30th, 1981
Idonia Street, St Paul Deptford, GREENWICH
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Dearest little birdy,
They say that when someone you truly love is hurt, your soul hurts with theirs. Like somewhere in the cosmos, your spirits become detached. As Ii watched you today, I realized that our wing is still too soft, Your bones are still broken and you've stopped chirping at me. I begged mama to take you to the vet, and she said yes with a concerned look on her face. I wonder what she was thinking? That if you die then perhaps I would fall back into my old habits of sleeping too much and rereading old books on telekinesis. She always despised the idea of me being able to move objects with my mind, as though somehow I may use the 'talent' against her for the dreadful medication she makes me swallow.
I could never go through losing something I loved. It felt as though I was going insane while already insane, which only caused painful confusion. Walking into the vet's office today, I suppose it was suspicious of me to walk into the room with a wild looking bird like you. Upon asking suspiciously about how I had gotten you, I swiftly lied yet he did not believe me. He proceeded to explain that a wild bird would always heal in time, if left alone. I tried to protest but mama spoke up sternly, bringing up my condition, lying just as smoothly that you helped me keep sane.
Embarrassed, the vet didn't say a word, but I think I could sense uncertainty, or hostility. Nevertheless, he told me you'd be alright, if I left you alone.
You have to get better.
Please.
~INDYLULU
