The flight
The sun caresses my face, the candor of the sun's rays welcomes a new day. My eyelids move in rapid movements, trying to lubricate the eyeballs and focusing on the images of the landscape that have accompanied me for as long as I can remember.
I stick my head out of the house and the breeze passes fleetingly caressing my skin, I enjoy the feeling of freshness that seeps through every pore. The morning is a new experience in my early life.
I am waiting for my mother to arrive with the desired food, my stomach growls with anguished ferocity. The home feels empty without the warmth of my beloved mother, she has been out since early morning and I still do not see her shadow on the blue ceiling of the firmament.
I look around and see my siblings get up one by one, the lethargy of dawn showing on their graceful faces. They look at me and one of them approaches me.
"Where's mom?" he asks as he tries to regain his sense of reality.
"I don't know, I barely wake up and look to the horizon hoping to see her silhouette." A hint of sadness peeks through my words.
While we are in that dialogue the others approach us asking the same question. "Where is mom?"
Our older brother tries to calm the situation by taking the floor. "Calm down, calm down, brothers. Our mother will soon return, we must wait and not get impatient."
"And if she has left us, how do you assure us that she will return?" My exasperated younger brother shouts, spreading his impatience to the others.
A real revolution is about to break out, the little voices continue to resound throughout the home, they become annoying and increasingly sharp, some jump up and down, and others run around asking for Mom's return.
I once again look up and look at the horizon in a constant plea, while my brothers do nothing but scream, the desperate sounds flood the home and there is no one to bring order to this little discussion.
My older brother once again takes the floor, "Brothers, brothers, enough, we must calm down, our mother is about to arrive and we must keep order or we will be punished."
For a moment the home is enveloped in a tense calm. Glances cross each other's eyes, perhaps waiting for just a tiny sound to break the imposed harmony. After a few minutes, I see a rapidly approaching silhouette on the horizon, coming so fast that it seems to cut the sunlight.
I recognize the red plume, it is my mother, the expected one. My heart beats faster than usual, my eyes open to the maximum of their sockets and then I sketch some words that stir the heart. "It's our mother and she's flying in at full speed."
The words catch my siblings' ears and euphoria takes over the home, everyone shouts tirelessly, hoping to be heard by the mother who is just a few feet away from the home. I stand next to my siblings, joining the chorus of loving supplications for the arrival of the most beloved.
My dear mother arrives with the food I have been looking for so hard. She beckons us to open our beaks and feeds us as only she knows how, we all jump with excitement and are ecstatic to the brink of exhaustion. The house is quiet for a few hours and our dear mother rests with us.
The days go by without much trouble, I always watch for the return of our mother in the same place and with the same emotion. Today my siblings and I have been born for many days, and most of us have become strong and very healthy. The house is getting smaller and smaller, but I don't worry, Mom will solve the problem.
She is next to us and starts acting strange, she pushes my older brother out of the house, and we all shout, "Don't do it, Mommy!"
She ignores and continues to push my brother who tries to hold on with all his might to the home, we surround our mom to get her to leave big brother, she is too strong and pushes my brother out.
My heart stops for a moment and a terrible fear starts to run through my body. I don't know what could have happened to my loving mother, then she approaches another one of my brothers, and she pushes him as well as the older one, he begs and clings to our mother, but suffers the same end as my older brother.
There are two of us left and we start running around the home screaming, tears flowing uncontrollably, we did not understand what drove my mother to throw my brothers out of the home. After a while my other brother falls out of the home and only I am left.
I saw my mother approaching and I have begged her not to do it. My glassy eyes see terror, then she pushes me with all her strength, I have perplexed and just look at those eyes of my mother that now produce terror in me, an unimaginable terror, I try to hold on to the home, but her strength is greater.
I surrendered to my destiny and gave her a soft caress as a farewell. I fall into the abyss and look at everything blurred, tears come out of my eyes, but in that instant something forces me to open my wings and float. The air moves from between my feathers and takes me to that wonderful blue firmament.
A great sense of joy and indescribable feelings flow through my body on my first flight. I fly through the air like a true professional and the clouds brush against every part of my winged body, I feel light and wonderful, "I am the king of the world!"
Then I see my brothers frolicking in the air, they are happy, they call me and I go to meet them, together again like the first day. We spend a long time fluttering in the clouds until my mother calls us. "Come back my children, it's time to eat."
We return to the nest, understanding what our mother taught us in that crucial moment of our life, she has prepared us to leave home and fly very high. We all hug her and tell her, "We love you, Mommy."
The end