A Sparrow's Heart

CHAPTER ONE

Sparrows, are known as the perching birds and are generally dull coloured-brown, gray, white or pale yellow and posses cone-shaped

bills. They feed of seeds on the ground or most likely near the ground. Specifically, House Sparrow's are found near human habitants. Gentle 

creatures such as these are innocent and peaceful. They do not seek war nor they do not harm people. I simply adore these wonderful and

unfathomable creatures. 

As I walk out of my house towards the mall box twenty steps away from my house, I came across our big tree. It had been there ever since

the house was build which makes it very old; it was a very beautiful tree. It had long figure and every morning, you would see groups of sparrow's

feeding on the ground. I lived in that house long enough until I had to move and I reminisce those memories as a child, when I'd walk to that tree 

and just feed the sparrow's that feed there with bread crumbs. I remember the beautiful feeling I had, it was something I was not planning to forget. 

I moved to Arizona when I turned ten and had to move back recently this year, specifically, two days ago but I only found time just today to get out 

of the house when I finished packing. I, Ane Hough, am now twenty years old attending college at a local university within the town,a fifteen minute

drive, with the journalism degree. One of the reasons why I moved back was that I needed a fresh start from everything that had happen like for one,

my five year old sister, Abe Hough, with my parents, Tom and Sam Hough moved to Chicago for my parent's business which they are aware, I hated.

Another is that my older brother, David, is now suffering from what I am afraid to admit, Cancer. I decided that my life needed one stable place where

I could focus on and for not much reasons, I decided that going back here with my grandmother would somehow make me fun away from the problems

that had been happening. I needed refuge, I love my brother but seeing him suffer was the last thing i wanted to see, so I moved. Time to time, my parents 

would try to contact me or mail me about what's been happening to my brother whether he is responding to the treatment's they have been giving. I wanted

to be with my family in Chicago but I realized the longer I stay or even look at my brother, so weak, I'm afraid I would be the reason to cause his worries. My

face says it all and I'm afraid that If I do make him see me depressed, it would be not advisable with the condition he's in. It was a difficult time for me since, I

pretty much grew up with David. We'd play together, eat together and even fight for each other's battle but unfortunately, I do not have the heart or face to face 

nor to fight this battle with him; although I have strong faith and hope that he'd make it but somehow this thought in my head keeps telling me, what if he doesn't?.

Seeing that tree again while heading to the mail, reminded me of how great my life is. I saw how the sparrow birds saw life as a peaceful playground to play in

and I have to admit, I became jealous of what life "these" birds were given; However, the sparrows reminded me of my brother which made me keep moving to

the mail box. As soon as I got to the mail box, I reached out my hand inside to discover I had six mails today; four for granny and two for me. Immediately, I rushed