Moji

My Persian Life
2013-09-01 18:17:40 (UTC)

My little birdie

Dear diary,

3 hours ago he was sitting calmly on a piece of wood in his cage, mimicking words, not knowing his life was about to change. I'm talking about Tala, my 3-year-old African Gray parrot. We just sold him to two strangers. He didn't speak a word in front of them, as if he knew who they were and what was going to happen. Oh diary, tears are constantly running down my face, can't help it. I'm already missing him. I used to keep him in my room. Every time I turn my head, I see his empty place and it makes me cry like hell. What's he doing now? probably scared, not eating anything, looking for us to come and rescue him. Will he get along with his new family? Will he be happy there? With they treat him good? When I go to bed who wants to say goodnight to me anymore? who wants to say salam, khubi, Kiss me? count up 5? I will never forget the way you said 5, with such an excitement. Please forgive us if we sometimes shouted at you. I love you and miss you more my dear tala.

Mood: feeling miserable, cyring my eyes out.

P.S: mom keeps singing this well-known Persian song all around my room:
Caged birds are used to loneliness
all their lives they sit alone at the corner of their cage

Time: 7:22 P.M, 10 Shahrivar 92, on a gloomy evening




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