Ever since I was ten, I wanted a pet. Be it a puppy, cat or just a bird. My mother has a different notion about pets.So,I never had a pet. I live in an apartment, and I started to raise a money plant. I named it “groot”. My plant is doing quite well with almost no direct sunlight and occasional pruning. I placed it on the sitout.
One day a tiny bird happened to rest on the rim of this plant. It stayed there looking at the plant and flew away. After a couple of days, two tiny birds visited the spot. They decided it’s the right place for a nest. As I told you early, I live in an apartment, top floor and the sitout, and gets no direct sunlight, its breezy but not airy. The two birds decided to build a nest right in between the pile of boxes and the wall. The nest was not visible . But, I could see the twigs and mud falling on the floor. After three weeks the nest was done.Now, all through the day, I can hear “dodo”, “tweety” and “muffin” chirping. It’s good to hear in the morning, on rainy days. I see them flying here and there, everytime I walk in the sit out.
I tried to feed them grains and bread. But, they have their meals sorted. My mother said,”Don’t irritate them.” I said,” They are my pets.I am trying to be friendly.”
My mother said,” If you really want them to be your friend, don’t bother them. Just leave the grains in the sitout and get back to your work”.
That was kind of hard for me.Anyway I had to give up, they never stayed if I was in the sitout. Soon, I got habituated to their chirping and wanted nothing more from them.
There is a debate on the internet “pet parent versus human parent”. I can proudly say my parents are good at both.
My father randomly brings sweets or pastries, and keeps them in the refrigerator. I eat them in the middle of the night.
Whenever it’s raining, my dad and I walk up to the terrace, get drenched, jump in the water and walk back home, soaked.My mom just places mats from the hall to my room, and makes coffee for me to drink after a nice warm bath.
I can’t handle failure or disappointments in my life.I am still figuring out. My parents will give me time to get back to normal, everytime I fail.
These days, all three of us are at home, but in different rooms with busy schedules all day. But,both of them make sure I eat all three meals of the day.
When I am angry with something, I won’t talk for days.My special parents behave as if they didn’t notice anything. They wait for me to open up.
Sometimes I ask my mom, “Why are you treating me in this way? What do you expect?
She gives me a weird look and says nothing.
If my mom was “me” and I am her “muffin”. She is the perfect parent. All I expect from my muffin is eat grains, chirp and be happy.So, does my mom.In fact every parent.(both pet and human)
Some people in my life are so wonderful, it makes me wonder, will I ever be able create this innate relation, with anyone less on the planet. It saddens me that most don’t have this luxury.
If you get a chance to raise a”muffin”. Don’t back out. It will be one of the best decisions of your life.
