Letter #4: a liaison wearing fluffy socks

It’s raining, foggy, and 20c. I smell the fragrant olive blooming in my neighborhood. Autumn is here, and so are my fluffy socks. I’ll add another blanket to my bed today. How’s your day going?

I have an 11-year-old bird and a 3-year-old nephew. My nephew wants to touch and be friends with my bird, but my bird never allows kids to touch. As a bird-loving aunt, I want them to get along. So I’ve been trying some stuff.

In the past, I gave my nephew a real scale bird toy (java sparrow plushie which looks exactly like my bird) to get used to them. Then, we practice whistling to get my bird’s attention. Now I’m taking a more direct way; making a video of my bird talking to my nephew. He questions why my bird talks, but so far I’ve managed to make him believe. It’s like a Santa Claus, grown-ups have a responsibility to keep some dreams and fantasies alive.

Otherwise, what’s the point of becoming an adult?

Stay warm,
Setsuko