And there she was, my darling baby! I loved her so much already! I knew that I would love her more than anyone ever loved their child before! I am Helena, the Heron, by the way. And I have just seen my daughter! She gives me so much hope! In fact, that is just what I will name her - Hope, the Heron!
3 Months Later
"Mom, I want to learn how to fly!"
That is what I hear every day from Hope. But I just cannot let her go, you know? I love her too much to let her flap her wings and then fall into the river below filled with hungry piranhas. But then again, when will she ever learn how to fly? After much arguing with myself, I decided to teach her how to fly.
"First, and don't be scared to do this, jump of the branch and flap your wings." I instructed Hope.
Hope looked down, then at me, and then back down again.
"Actually, I changed my mind, I don't want to learn how to fly." Hope said quickly, and then went back into the nest.
Hope had to learn how to fly someday, I thought. So I followed her back into the nest. This time it was me persuading her to learn how to fly.
"You have to learn how to fly - you are a heron - a bird! Think of how great you will fall, err, I mean feel when you learn how to fly! You can soar wherever you want to!" I wasn't feeling so sure about it, but every heron needs to fly - right?
"Yeah, I guess you are right." Hope sighed.
Hope followed me to the edge of the branch.
"Now all you-" I began.
"Woaaaaahhhhhhh!" I heard Hope slip and wail as she fell into the water. Then I saw Peter, the Piranha, jump out of the water and strip her to the bone in minutes.
I cried, and cried. This is all my fault, I thought. But the dry season in the Amazon is coming soon, I thought, and then I will do all I can to make it close to fair, and beg Hope for my forgiveness.
The Dry Season
The dry season has finally arrived! When the floodplains of the Amazon run dry during the dry season the piranha are stranded in isolated lagoons, where they languish and die from lack of oxygen. Then, the Caimons (small alligators) will eat the piranha that once ate their young kin, and the herons will eat the piranha that once ate their young too, as the piranha lay dying in their shrinking pools.
Revenge, I thought! Once I eat them I will feel much better! I also thought that I might be eating Hope if I ate Peter, so I just ate the other piranhas. But, I did not feel any better when I finished my meal. In fact, I felt worse. Eating piranha would not make Hope come back to life! I sobbed for a while, but then realized that crying would not make Hope come back to life either.
Will you ever forgive me, Hope? I just decided that if I ever raised another baby, I would do 2 things. 1st, If it was a girl, I would name her Hope. 2nd, Whenever it really wanted to fly, I would let it, and I would not make it do anything it did not want to. I would not think of the past anymore - I would think of the future.
With these thoughts in my head, I drifted off to sleep.
3 Months Later
"Mom, I want to learn how to fly!"
That is what I hear every day from Hope. But I just cannot let her go, you know? I love her too much to let her flap her wings and then fall into the river below filled with hungry piranhas. But then again, when will she ever learn how to fly? After much arguing with myself, I decided to teach her how to fly.
"First, and don't be scared to do this, jump of the branch and flap your wings." I instructed Hope.
Hope looked down, then at me, and then back down again.
"Actually, I changed my mind, I don't want to learn how to fly." Hope said quickly, and then went back into the nest.
Hope had to learn how to fly someday, I thought. So I followed her back into the nest. This time it was me persuading her to learn how to fly.
"You have to learn how to fly - you are a heron - a bird! Think of how great you will fall, err, I mean feel when you learn how to fly! You can soar wherever you want to!" I wasn't feeling so sure about it, but every heron needs to fly - right?
"Yeah, I guess you are right." Hope sighed.
Hope followed me to the edge of the branch.
"Now all you-" I began.
"Woaaaaahhhhhhh!" I heard Hope slip and wail as she fell into the water. Then I saw Peter, the Piranha, jump out of the water and strip her to the bone in minutes.
I cried, and cried. This is all my fault, I thought. But the dry season in the Amazon is coming soon, I thought, and then I will do all I can to make it close to fair, and beg Hope for my forgiveness.
The Dry Season
The dry season has finally arrived! When the floodplains of the Amazon run dry during the dry season the piranha are stranded in isolated lagoons, where they languish and die from lack of oxygen. Then, the Caimons (small alligators) will eat the piranha that once ate their young kin, and the herons will eat the piranha that once ate their young too, as the piranha lay dying in their shrinking pools.
Revenge, I thought! Once I eat them I will feel much better! I also thought that I might be eating Hope if I ate Peter, so I just ate the other piranhas. But, I did not feel any better when I finished my meal. In fact, I felt worse. Eating piranha would not make Hope come back to life! I sobbed for a while, but then realized that crying would not make Hope come back to life either.
Will you ever forgive me, Hope? I just decided that if I ever raised another baby, I would do 2 things. 1st, If it was a girl, I would name her Hope. 2nd, Whenever it really wanted to fly, I would let it, and I would not make it do anything it did not want to. I would not think of the past anymore - I would think of the future.
With these thoughts in my head, I drifted off to sleep.
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