The Man and his Life with the Birds
Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny red and blue house. He lived in a big bustling city.
Everyday he would go to the park with a bag of bird seed. He would sit on an old brown bench at the end of the park and wait. No one knew what he was waiting for, but the old man knew. He was waiting for birds.
He would call for the birds, and they’d come. He would talk to them, he would share secrets with them. He couldn’t have been happier.
The man one day when he was on his walk home the birds followed him all the way home. The man didn’t realize and when he got home, the birds flew inside!
The birds never wanted to leave the old man so he let the birds live with him.
Even though the birds now lived with him now the old man still went to the park to sit on the old brown bench because that was his home.
Home doesn’t have to be a real building or a room in a house it can be anywhere from the bottom of the ocean or the top of space. Home just has to be a spot that makes you feel loved. It can be in a park or in a pool. Home to me is a place with people who love and care for you no matter what and even birds fall into that category. Home just has to be home to you!