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I think it's gonna rain today~Bette Midler |
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There once lived a young girl. Looked like any other girl. Seemed ordainary enough. Just a girl.
One day a little finch birh flew upon her window sill and told her of a young man who lived far away and wished on a star for a young woman like her.
"Why me? I'm just like any other girl." Said the young woman.
"So you think," Squeaked the tiny finch, "You aren't so ordinary...you are in fact quite different from the rest." The finch made her go look in a mirror. What he had said was true. She was different. But she accepted this. She wrote a letter to this young man and gave it to the tiny finch.
"Give this to him. If he still seeks a young woman like me...tell him to send you back to me." She placed the letter in the finches small, yet sharp beak. It flew off.
Anxiously the girl awaited for the letter from the mysterious young man. Would he like her? She was too different. Not different enough. Oh this would never do!
She was worried...a nervous bundle of energy when:
tap tap tap
at the window.
The Finch! At his small feet was a letter. Her letter!
She threw open the window and cried:
"Oh dearest finch! What took so long!" The finch was resting his weary wings.
"I am but a small bird and it is a long laborious flight my girl...give me time." She was eagerly tearing into the letter. She read every word thousands of times over. Too good to be true. They were exactly alike! She feverishly wrote another letter.
"take it dear finch." and he did. This continued on for several months until one day the girl came home...afraid. She had a sinking feeling in her chest. Not knowing what to do. She awaited the finch. He came.
"Oh dearest finch! What do I DO?!" She threw herself at the floor beneath the window. The small bird flew down to sit upon her shoulder.
"My dear, when you are faced with something like this you must only do what is right...tell the truth."
She knew the bird was right. But she didn't want to hurt the boy whom she had learned to love and respect so dearly. She began to write...all the while weeping.
"Finch? Am I a horrible person?" She asked, wiping the tears from her face. Although it did no good, for they kept coming.
"Dear, these things happen. I cannot say you are horrible. It is not for me to decide. But I do not think so." He took the letter and was off. The girl left her room and went to the most secluded spot in the whole area...the ravine.
She sat there at the edge for days waiting for the finch to fly by with her letter. All the while she wept and thought about what she had done. How could she have? She did't think of it any longer. She looked into what had once been a dry, cracked ravine, and noticed how it was now half full of water. She wondered how that happened. She shrugged and went back to weeping and worrying about what was to happen...when the finch flew over head. He swooped down and dropped the letter beside her. Shaky hands reached out to open it.
Slowly, word by word, she regretted the finches being.
She picked up a pebble and hurled it at the bird.
"Why did you ever come to me?!" The bird flew away long before the stone reached him. He calmly flew back to where he had been before.
"Someone made a wish. I was there to make it come true." The finch retorted.
"But you...you brought him pain! PAIN by granting that wish!" The girl stared out over the ravine...her tears were falling more rapidly...the ravine was turning from a dry place to a river and fast.
"No dear...you brought him pain." The finch hopped from foot to foot...as if the ground were burning him. The girl cried harder for she knew it were true.
"You were born with two hearts to give instead of just one. And that means you will always cause pain wherever you go. No matter what you do...even if you try and stop it...you will cause pain. That's why I granted this wish. To show you that." The finch had stopped hopping and was now staring at the young woman. She grabbed for her satchel and took out a piece of paper and a pen. She scribbled a quick note and hastily folded it.
"You gove this to him finch. And I will cause no more pain. Deal?" She held out the letter. The finch snatched the letter in its beak and flew into the high branches of a tree.
The girl wept as she walked to the edge of the now river that she had created with her sorrow.
"I created you. I created you with pain. The pain I cause everywhere I'll ever go. This was my own doing. I can never forgive myself for the pain I've caused you...but perhaps someday you can forgive me..."
She looked at the finch and he flew into the sky. She stepped into the rivers icy, bitter waters. she waded father out until it was over her head and it had caried her away. The girl with two hearts Drowned in her sorrows.
The boy recieved the letter...I don't know if he ever fogave her. All it said was:
"Dear Boy,
Please undertand. I have two hearts. Both of with give all my love. That is why the finch found me for you. I was different than all the rest. I have more love for everyone in the entire world. I am sorry. Please forgive me, boy. Please.
Girl."
Who knows what happened? Ask a little bird...maybe he will tell you.
~Siera~
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