my dad loves birds. on the wall growing up we had one of those bird clocks that my grandmother bought him. it broke all the time. my grandmother was terrified of dissapointing those around her, so every time it broke there would be a new one back on the wall as soon as she heard.

i wished i could escape those birds. i don’t know why. i loved hearing those songs, but my child brain always got so annoyed. she died when i was 18. the next time i visted my parents house the birds didn’t chirp.