The little baby bird that my dad has found from the school has passed away.
I feel sad, and partly responsible.
It was struggling to live , to eat.
And it was abused before, my dad brought it to his workplace.
When it came back home at night, it was weak and crippled, as though it fell from a great height and injured itself. One of its feet was crooked.
We took care of it for days...

And today. It left.

I was unable to save it.

In my care, it died.

I feel guilty, that I've not done enough to keep it alive.

I'm sorry.