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"Feathers On The Balcony" Realistic / Gentle Grief: "Today I Baked His Favorite Cake. It Turned Out Dry."

Mrs. Hina, who has lived alone since her husband's death, finds companionship in a white pigeon that visits her balcony daily. As she shares her thoughts and feelings with the bird, her loneliness diminishes. When the pigeon fails to appear one stormy night, she discovers a feather and later is visited by a flock of pigeons, including one with a black teardrop on its wing, symbolizing hope and connection.

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"Feathers On The Balcony" Realistic / Gentle Grief: "Today I Baked His Favorite Cake. It Turned Out Dry."

Mrs. Hina, who has lived alone since her husband's death, finds companionship in a white pigeon that visits her balcony daily. As she shares her thoughts and feelings with the bird, her loneliness diminishes. When the pigeon fails to appear one stormy night, she discovers a feather and later is visited by a flock of pigeons, including one with a black teardrop on its wing, symbolizing hope and connection.

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"Feathers on the Balcony" – Realistic / Gentle Grief

Mrs. Hina had lived alone since her husband passed.

She kept her days predictable: tea at 4, birds at 6, sleep by 9.

But every evening, a white pigeon landed on her balcony. Always the same one. Its left wing
had a black spot like a teardrop.

At first, she ignored it.

Then she began to greet it.

Then she spoke to it.

“Today I baked his favorite cake. It turned out dry.”

The bird tilted its head.

She chuckled.

“I told him not to go without teaching me better.”

Every day, she told it something new. Her loneliness shrank.

One stormy evening, the bird didn’t come.

She waited by the window all night.

In the morning, she opened the door to find a single feather on the railing.

She closed her eyes.

And whispered, “Thank you.”

That evening, a flock of white pigeons arrived.

And one of them had a black teardrop on its wing.

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