Like every day, on the way home from work, I was driving and thinking about the many difficulties ahead of me. My mind was heavy, my heart was full of worries. Suddenly, an owl flew from somewhere and landed right in front of my car. Its eyes looked at me longingly, its soft cry sounded like it was pleading, like it was asking for someone’s help. A strange feeling arose, I quickly stopped the car and followed the direction the owl flew.
Unexpectedly, before my eyes was a scene that made my heart ache: its baby owl was lying motionless on the green grass, its whole body was covered with injuries, unable to move. I gently picked up the baby owl, put it in a small box available in the car and immediately took both of them to the vet. After taking an X-ray, carefully bandaging and being carefully instructed on how to care for it, I brought both owls home for easy monitoring.
In the following days, I took good care of every meal and every sleep for the baby owl. Luckily, after a while, it gradually recovered, could flap its wings, and hop again. The two owls clung to me inseparably, making my heart always warm and filled with love that I could not express in words. Strangely, since having them, my work gradually became smoother, everything seemed to become much luckier and lighter than before.
Then one day, I suddenly realized: I could not keep them with me forever. The sky was where they belonged. Although my heart ached, I still accepted to let go, bringing the mother and baby owls back to nature – where their real family was. The moment they flew high, my heart felt strangely empty, very sad… but also very happy, because they had recovered and were living their lives properly.