when one's stupidity.

When one's stupidity has struck. It could not be denied that the person has changed his brain's move abouts.
There was an act of stupidity that my father had done. And to think about it, it never had happened once. It occurred too many times for me to see and feel the effects.
he had hurt my feelings, my sister's feelings and mama's feelings a gazillion times and he is not any close to awareness how hard it is for us to accept his stupidity.
He had hurt my little baby.

The love that had grown between me and her is stronger than you have imagined.
She was a feathery little creature and she looks at me in a peculiar way which makes you think what is the thinking. She had always had those eyes that stares at you in an adorable and puppy like look. She never stopped jumping and chattering. And for that, she was our family's little baby.
When she gets scared, her eyes looks for the nearest human being and fly towards the person.
Yes, she was a little birdie.
And it wouldn't be the same if she were another thing.

My father's stupidity had made him grab little baby's wing and made it bleed.
She looked helpless. It was perhaps my fault of accidentally letting her go that my father had his anger and stupidity to occur.
He doesn't seem to see the effects and thinks of himself.

He hurt her again, accidentally when he was about to close the toilet door. to my little baby's anxiety upon seeing my father's face, she attempted to fly towards him, going through the closing door. And as she had mistakenly took the count, my father had squeezed her. No wonder, i heard my baby's crying voice. I wondered why she had made that noise and i quickly got off my chair to see what the fuss was about.
to my little eye's surprise, i saw mama crying while looking at our little baby. She was on the bed, panting in trauma. Mom had scolded papa.
And I didn't understand what had happened at first. but seeing my mother's teary eyes, i understood the fuss. She was hurt. Again by my father.
She repeatedly said sorry to our little baby bird but she seemed to hate what she was doing. She kept her distance form papa. Thinking about what had happened. I quickly too her away from the evil room and took her to my room. I comforted her. I gave her water for her to relax a bit. She took a few sips and remained panting in her place.
I leaned my head towards the edge of the table and looked at her. She seemed scared. I kept apologizing for what had happened to her. I looked into her eyes. She had a weird look that i have not seen nor do i know of it.
My mum took her out of my room after a few minutes to see my papa but she had refused. Every time mama hands birdie closer to papa, she flies away to the kitchen, mama had called me and told me to take her because she hadn't been going near my papa. i took her.
"Why would she want to go near papa when she was traumatized by what he did. It was in fact his fault. you cant blame her."

And they left the house.