The Boy And The Bird Seed

The Boy And The Bird Seed

Something is wrong with mommy. She has not been herself for several weeks now. The government men came in to our house about a month ago and took daddy away. They had big guns and legal papers that gave them permission to search our place. These people also took our computers and many papers from daddy's den.

To make things worse, Rositta had to leave too. She was being decanted or deported or something like that. I pulled out the dictionary to see which one. Since she was not and is not a fruity aged liquid beverage, poured out in a glass container to breath before drinking, I figured our domestic help was being sent back to her country of origin for not having the right papers to allow her stay here with us.

I'm going to miss her. She always fed me a healthy delicious breakfast every day. I had eggs and toast with hot chocolate or cinnamon oatmeal with a plate of mixed fresh fruit. She was great. She was my friend even though I could not understand a word she said.

Mommy says that she needs a green card. I immediately went down to the basement to find an old shoe box. I cut a rectangular shape from the box with my utility scissors. It was about an inch and a half by three inches when I finished. I painted both sides a bold emerald green. After it dried I wrote the words, GREEN CARD on one side with a thick black marker. I gave the completed cut out to mom to make her happy. I told her to give it to Rositta. She just smiled at me and gave me a bowl of bird seeds with a glass of warm water.

She also fed our cat a bowl of bird seed with water. That did not go over well. Mittens did not appreciate the gesture. In fact he became hysterical in no time flat. His soft meow turned into an angry growl accompanied by serious hissing.

The bird seed was problem #3. We do not own a bird; no canary, no parrot, no finch, not even a stinking cockatoo for crying out loud. Mommy has only been shopping at the store for bird seed these days for several weeks now. It is the only food in the house. She calls me Johnny. I keep reminding her my name is Kevin. I also had to remind her that I have been missing school for the past few weeks. She told me to use the car and to wear my seat belt. I told her that I am 9 years old. She said, “That's ok honey.” “You will grow out of it.” “Bring the teacher an apple.” I told her there are no apples but there is plenty of bird seed.

A few days ago our two gold fish went missing from their little bowl on the patio table. The cat looks suspicious but we can't ask it any questions due to his psychotic state of mind at this time. He has become a very mean, a very vicious kitty. I have the scratches to prove it. There is also the problem with the obvious language barrier. Mommy and I do not speak cat. We also have that issue with Rositta. We don't speak Spanish and she does not speak English.

Mommy, daddy, Rositta and I were a very happy family living together without a care in the world. Immigration matters suck. Daddy is in jail. Rositta is in Mexico. Mommy and the cat have gone off the deep end and I'm stuck here eating seeds like a frigging bird.

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