by Mounira Al Halabi
At 30/5/2009, I heard from my friends at school that they found a baby bird thrown in the soil. I was surprised.
I asked them if they had done anything to him, they said that they left it because maybe his mother will find him.
After 4 hours nobody came. He stayed alone, hungry and lonely. My friends said that they will take care of him at one of they're houses. I disagreed.
I told them that my uncle knows how to deal with animals, and that he has a pet shop, and I will take him or else he will die with you. They agreed.
I escaped from class and went to him. I took him from my friends,(in another class), and sat down in the play ground trying to feed him. I loved him, though many said he is ugly.
His name was Tommy, but I did not like that name, so I called him: Doudi. Doudi and I stayed together lonely in the play ground, waiting for the bell to ring.
Hardly had I brought him home in the bus. No body liked the look of him, and my mom thought that Doudi has a disease. But I loved him a lot, and I was sad to say goodbye and take him to my uncle.
I took Doudi to my uncle. He saw that I was sad to leave Doudi after 2 hours together only. My uncle is wise, so he gave me food for him and instruction about the new member in my family. I was Happy. I fed him. Doudi was so small.
Next day, that's today, I awoke upon hearing Doudi's voice crying or screaming. I jumped out of my bed and ran toward his place. I realized that I didn't made his food(water and some kind of rice) yet. I made it quickly and fed Doudi. It was magical.
I will take Doudi to the park today, and let him walk on the green grass happily. We will have so much fun.
Soon, Doudi will be able to fly. Maybe he will just fly away, and maybe he will stay beside me and never leave me. On both ways, I will not forget him ever. I will not forget my Doudi.