So I know many people are scared of pigeons, crows, etc…, but I’m not. So I was really excited when my Mom said she brought a pigeon home today and it’s in a bag outside our home. My brothers didn’t let her bring it in because it’s understandable why and they’re also germaphobes. She brought the pigeon home because she saw it just sitting in the middle of the road and many cars nearly ran over it. Being the super religious Buddhist that she is, she pulled over and brought it home. 

We had plans to nurse the pigeon back to health. I was really excited! I gave it a nickname- PiPi the Pigeon and wanted to secretly bring it into my room. While my mother went to get some stuff, I sat alone with the pigeon and watched it’s breathing. I remember thinking/ wondering to myself if it was breathing so hard because it was going to die soon. After cleaning it’s wound, we tried to give it some water and rice. It drank some water but wouldn’t eat the rice. 

My Mom left to run some errands and I went to watch to watch some TV. I found some sunflower seeds and went out to give it to the pigeon, but I was shocked to see that it had died. I really didn’t expect it to die “under my care”, even though I didn’t do much besides cleaning it’s wound and offering some food and water. I’ve chosen fish at the counter and watched videos of people killing chickens for food. I live in Asia so I’ve seen pig heads in butcher stores and whole birds in the display glass for roast meat stores. But when I saw the pigeon lying there so lifeless and limp yet stiff, I couldn’t help but cry. I feel so sorry and so much regret that I didn’t come out to check on the pigeon more frequently. My Mother seems Ok now but I’m still really bothered by it. I really had hopes that the pigeon would be ok after a few days. Am I overreacting again? My depression has gotten slightly better over the last 3 months with a few incidents here and there. I haven’t been able to stop feeling sorry for the pigeon for the last few hours.

Thank you for reading. My Asian parents don’t understand emotions and my friends don’t understand what it’s like to be depressed too, so I don’t have anyone that I can talk to when I’m down.