Empty Nest...

The morning has not started well for me. It was bad to a point I fell nausea right down to the pit of my tummy.

I was making my merry way to work, telling mom there's leftover puff in the fridge she can have them for breakfast. As I was saying goodbye and stepping out the door when suddenly she screamed and point her fingers toward the floor mat which we placed outside the door. I jumped to the side and upon looking down, there lies a helpless little bird dying gasping for her last breathe as a result of me stepping on her lower part of the body. It was such a tiny bird not much bigger than the size of my palm, in agony as her lower part was crush by my heavy weight.

I was too stunned to say anything or move. My eyes start watering and when I found my voice all I could say was.. OH GOD.. OH GOD. I'M SO SORRY. I'M SOO SOO SORRY to the little bird. All I could think about was the pain the little creature must be feeling and I just stood there and tearing up.

I never *meet* this little neighbour of mine, who one day decided to build a hanging nest right onto our hanging plant. It seems each time she heard my mom rattled the door, she would fly off till situation is back to calmness. Couple of time, I tried to sneak a peek to see if she really there, but Tweety never home. We even tried to feed her melon and orange by leaving it in her little nest. It come to a point I was having doubt if Tweety even exist. Mom insisted she heard Tweety whistling when she flies off... so I decided to let our little neighbour be.

I finally met Tweety, when she laid dying on my maroon floor mat. I left for work, heart heavy with remorse, guilt and sadness. Riding the bus on my way to work, I kept asking for forgiveness and said a prayer for Tweety. I breakdown twice when I told my colleagues about the incident. They were sympathetic by saying it was an accident and could have happen to anyone. Still it does not give me any solace.

A little melodramatic it may seem, but I was trying to find comfort to soothe my own soul cuz all I could think about was the pain Tweety must be feeling.... as she lay there dying..

Now all that is left is an empty nest..