Sorry...
The little birdie that got caught up in a storm you brought home today died...
When I said, "Don't touch it!! It has lice and mites!!" I didn't mean to sound insensitive. I also didn't mean to sound rude when I said, "Well, it's just a little birdie. These things happen. At least it died safe and warm in the house.."
I didn't realize until after you went up to your room and locked the door behind you, as usual, that the little birdie might have meant more to you than I had initially thought.
I remembered that little pet name you gave Beth. Bird, right?
Well, as I'm typing this I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't take things too literally... but if that little birdie truly symbolized your Bird, then I am sorry. (For making the matter seem so small.)
In the end, though... you have to learn to let it go.
It's gone. And that's the end of it. There's no way to bring that little birdie back to life.
But you sure as hell can still move on with yours.
-From Little Sis to Big Bro
