From Kevin's Perspective

Conditions... and destiny

     It was it. This day started as any normal day, before that happened. Before I met him, before I became the special slogan, before I was important. I was flying peacefully in the daylight, in the baby blue sky, the golden rays of the sun blazing all over my small grey body. I was as any day, searching for food; desperately, looking all over the city square. I landed beside a place that smelled delicious. From the window came an aroma of fresh warm bread with this place's special seasoning. I began to crave so much for the bakery so I approached towards the door... I was imagining how the "heaven" inside looks like, and all the fresh yummy types of goods. With excitement I spread my feathery wings and quickly soared to the top but then... Crash! I bumped into the glass door after one of the men inside shut it, then I fell hard onto the rough and bumpy sidewalk. My beak felt sore and my head was bleeding, I felt so dizzy afterwards. I was too weak to fly again and too weak to coo for help; carelessly I fell asleep.  

     "Mommy look! It's a dead bird". I woke up at these words, said by a little girl who was with her mother while they were exiting that place. 

     "It's not dead, silly Diana" her mom said, smiling at her adorable child. 

     I tried to fly again to get inside but I fell. 

     "Seems like it is tired" the mother said  with a worried voice. 

     Her child ran quickly at me and screamed "The little birdy's wing is wounded! What a poor bird. Can we take it home pleaaasssee?" 

     "I can promise it will be with us for a short time but I can't promise it will be our pet. At the end, it's a street pigeon, it cannot be caged for a long time" 

     "But mooooomm!!-"

     "C'mon let's take it to the vet" 

     I had no energy to respond but I felt happy for the fact that my wounds are going to be treated.