P chan

UPDATED DATE: 2003-07-23

Our family had a white little bird with a red beak, named P chan. She was always alone in her small birdcage. She used to have visitors when she was new to our family, but years later, no one visited her except when my mom changed her water and food. All she did was looking out side. Probably she dreamed to fly the blue sky with her beautiful wings, which had no meaning to have them in the birdcage. One day she was found dead. She died alone.

This was her life, and I forced her to live that way. This is the most horrible thing I have done in my life and after more than a decade later, the feeling of guiltiness ever goes away.