The white bird continued to stare afar. Looking at the side of his head, I casually asked him the question I had. "Do you want to go back to that place you call 'home', mister?"

The white bird continued to stare afar. Looking at the side of his head, I casually asked him the question I had. "Do you want to go back to that place you call 'home', mister?"

The white bird gave out a sudden, husky laugh. "I like my owner. And I quite like my current life, too. I completely forgot about my home now... But if you're given the opportunity to go there, I think you should definitely give it a try."

When I wanted to ask him where that 'home' is, an elderly man came walking this way. Looking at his owner, the white bird's expression was that of a sheer delight, which was very different from when he was staring afar up until just now.

When I wanted to ask him where that 'home' is, an elderly man came walking this way. Looking at his owner, the white bird's expression was that of a sheer delight, which was very different from when he was staring afar up until just now.

"Now then. Take care." After saying that, he was taken by the elderly man.

He is a pet just like me, yet why can't I look at my owner with the same delight in my eyes?

Moreover, what kind of place is this 'home' he spoke about? How come there are so many fellow birds that look just like me in that place? As I spent my never-changing days, my curiosity gradually became deeper day by day.