I borrowed my dad’s tool set because it looked cooler than the ones we had in class. I turned each screw as hard as I could and swung the door panel a million and half times to make sure it was loose enough to open but tight enough that no baby birds would fall out. I painted it robin egg blue and posted it proudly in our backyard. It didn’t take long for the bluebirds to find it and for me to become fascinated with their homemaking progress. Twigs turned to nests, nests to eggs, eggs to waiting impatiently for squeaky mouths to feed. But it turned out that I didn’t have to wait long because the neighborhood boys came along and threw every last one against a tree for sport.
And that was the day I learned the difference between love and apathy.
Among other things, J 
Wow. 💖
Adorably tragic
It’s a horrid tale of how one learns the cruelty of real life. How the love in hearts isn’t the same.
It’s a gorgeous piece of awe inspiring love and crippling pain. I love it ❤
My sixth grade self didn’t much love it. I gave them boys a fuss they’ll never forget.
I’m sure they never will. I’m sure they have a support group that they attend to get over what you done to them… and everytime they see a birds egg they get flashbacks.
They’ll never do such a horrid thing again 😄