I decide to take my time. I walk super-slow and think about all the cool things I could be doing instead of grocery shopping, like studying the bird’s nest outside my parents’ bedroom window. There are two baby birds inside. There used to be three. I pretend the third one went off on a fantastic journey somewhere, but I know better because I’ve read all about the nestling stage and I know how tough life can be for baby birds. It’s hard to protect yourself when you can’t fly. Sometimes they fall out of the nest.
