There is a noticeable void here without our feathered friend. His little trills and watchful eyes. The sweet nature he exuded. He was one rare bird.
Says the character who has seen a lot of disappointment, to the one who has lived a more silver spoon existence:
“…one day you’ll know what love truly is. It’s the sour and the sweet. And I know sour, which allows me to appreciate the sweet.”
To the sweet and sour of life…