Goodbye, Birdie Friend

This morning, Papa went to work and before he left the house, he asked me and Mama to bid farewell to my Birdie Friend. Ok, not a real friend as in human kind of friend but it's actually a stuffed toy my 4th Grand-aunt gave me when I was much younger.

Papa and Mama had used it on my bed as a cushion to prevent me from banging my head against the wall. I had been found by Mama to be kind of putting its beak in my mouth. Later on, after some time, say, maybe a couple of weeks, Mama found a small tear on its beak. She thought of stitching it up but had not taken any action and the tear just got bigger and bigger without her consciously realising it.

Last night, she found me on my bed ripping its beak even further and lots of its stuffing were exposed. Mama was surprised that I can actually rip apart the cloth and quickly removed it from me. Papa decided to throw it away. So this morning, Mama and I bid farewell to it. Goodbye, my Birdie Friend...