I don't know how to begin the story...
These are just my feelings I like to share 😔

My friend gifted me a hen before leaving the school. It was my favourite bird. I could feel my best friend in hen. It's an unwashed memory I remember her always in the form of hen. I was just 5 yrs old boy when I started taking care of the hen.

As soon as I wakeup from sleep in the morning, I used to tighten my loose half-pants and run towards hen...