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I tried everything that day...
Well, everything a six year old would know to do.
But no amount of band-aids seemed to help.
I named the dear bird "Amie".
Meaning "friend" in my native toungue.
Amie and I had known one another for almost two months
before she was shot.
She was the closest thing I had to a friend back then.
Thus, I made sure shehad a proper funeral.
I wrappeed her in my scarf
and found the nicest shoe box I could.
That day was quiest..
as if the entire world around us was mourning her.
Everything was frozen
more than the grass bneath the snow.
I will forever remember that day....
as the coldest day in France.