It was only three weeks after Tetlza, the bird, was born, yet her parents pushed her over the edge of the tree. She had to fly. She needed to learn the hard way. But she didn’t know how and went down plummeting at fast speed. Her heart raced and her head spun in a thousand different directions. By instinct she shook her wings, but that proved futile. She spiraled down at an incredible speed. In a last effort, she moved her body until, somehow, she achieved stability. Then, she floated. Without even noticing, she hovered on the sky, shaking her wings at a paced rhythm. Was it time to try something different? She went up in the sky, towards the nest.
She was proud of herself. She flew on her first attempt; maybe she even broke the record for the faster learner ever. As soon as she reached the nest, her parents waited with frowned faces and crossed wings. Without saying a word, her father pushed her again, with such bad luck that she hit the tree and broke a wing. With only one wing, she fell down to the ground where she crashed. The end result: the other wing broke.
Hurting, she looked up and found her father shaking his head. Would she ever fly again?
