Flock of birds arrive at your porch every evening to feed before flying back home. From parrots to sparrows to pigeons and even crows and squirrels that picks fight with the rest, scaring them away.
Then one day, you took your last breath. I flew across the ocean to only find you resting in a casket. Regrettably, that’s when I realized that you’re my hero all along and now you’re gone.
For the next few days, I sat at the porch from five to six every evening hoping to see the birds fly by. But, they were mourning your loss too. You were a gem of a person and the birds knew it too.
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