I'm not sure how to do this. Stitch, my first ever bird and a GCC. I watched as you first flew, when you flew again and comically whistled when not landing properly. I stopped playing video games, I stopped studying, all I ever wanted to when arriving home was lift you from your cage. You gave me chuckles, you drew my reluctant laughter. You snuggled under my beard. I smiled. You loved me and I still feel the same. You gave me a moving two months of which I shall never forget during a time when I am on anti depressants and failing attempts on me and the missus conceiving. You fought, you fought and you fought...
You were my son. I loved you, kid. I tried my best, honest.
You were my son. I loved you, kid. I tried my best, honest.
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