Once, my uncle brought home a cute little baby parrot. At first, I and my cousins were a little scared, because we didn't know how to handle that little tender baby. My aunt eventually helped us out. She took it and kept it just as her baby. She fed it, she gave it occasional showers and eventually we became quite comfortable with it. Now there was another dilemma (困境) that we had — as we were not really aware of its gender (性别) we were unable to decide a name for the parrot. So finally my mom called it Mitthu. We agreed.
As it was growing, its wings started growing long, but my family was too possessive (占有欲强的) and caring towards Mitthu that they trimmed (修剪) its wings. They said if it flew, it wouldn't be able to survive outside.
As time went by, we grew, so did Mitthu...It had by now started talking quite a lot...I was amazed by the way my aunt cared for it. She fed it anything and everything they had before eating. Mitthu was never kept in a cage from the beginning...it is still not kept in a eage... at first its wings were trimmed to protect it...but now as it has grown quite a lot, even its wings are not trimmed...
I sometimes wonder, it has the whole sky to fly, it is neither in a cage nor its wings are trimmed, then why isn't it flying at all? Maybe it is now quite attached to us and doesn't want to leave us, or maybe it doesn't want to leave this comfortable life and go away and face the hard reality of life. The answer may be anything, depending on how we view the situation.
But as I grew older, I realized that the life of Mitthu is not really very different from that of mine. I was cared too and thus was protected from really getting along with outside world. I made my house my world, just as it was taught to me. I guess so did Mitthu. The comfort of my hope became, and I guess Mitthu's as well, the invisible chain that never actually will let us fly.
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I guess not just I, but most of the girls feel the same.
……
The parrot flew today.
