Life's Too Short .

My brother picked up a baby bird last three days at my condo's car park. Its eyes weren't even opened when we had it on the first day. Yesterday, the eyes were already open and was able to chirp to let us know its hungry. It was freaking adorable when it opened its beaks for food. I wanted to take photos of it but I said, "Let's wait for tomorrow."

Today, I woke up, prepared with my phone to capture a photo of this baby bird and found out it died.

The feeling was devastating. It's like you've lost something precious out of a sudden. I was quiet the moment I found out its death. In my head, all that came across my mind was that it's got hardly any feathers on the body, still can't fly, still had no chance to see what is the world like, still haven't found back its family and reunite with them. Life was too short for the bird. As much as I wished it had lived longer, I hope it will have a better fate at his next life.

Rest in Peace, birdie. You will be missed.