This Bird

Prologue

Let me start this story with a question: Have you ever seen a bird cry? 

Let me guess. Of course you haven't. Have you ever wondered whether birds can cry? 

They can't. Humans are the only living creatures capable of crying emotional tears. She told me that a while ago. 

You see, this is not my story. It is a little bit, but mostly hers. I'm telling it to you, because I'm afraid that no one else will ever do it. I don't think she would have minded if no one knew her name. I didn't even know her name for a large period of time, but I'll come back to that later. The reason why no one else would have told you her story, is because no one else knew. She didn't tell any one. She didn't even tell me, but she told the paper and the paper told me. 

I am telling you this story because she would never dare to ask anyone to listen. She wouldn't tell, even if she could. She can't. She's dead now. Let's clear that up before we start. 

She was really dear to me. 

I've seen one, you know. A bird. A really special one. A bird that could cry. One of a kind. 

So here's that story. Even if you are not listening, at least it's being told.