A song in my heart

“As I peeked inside the shoebox and pulled back the towel, a pair of black beady eyes peered up at me. ‘Good morning, grumpy,’ I smiled.

“I never imagined being a foster mother to an orphaned baby mockingbird, but when my neighbor found it in her yard and brought it to me, hoping I could tend to it since I worked from home, I couldn’t help but say yes.

“I named the bird Peggy, and we got rather attached to each other. As she grew stronger, she’d chirp a little song while I worked at my desk in my home office. She’d hop with joy just seeing me and loved when I rubbed her head. We had a special friendship, and being with her was the highlight of my day.

“When the time came to set her free, my heart felt like it had split apart.

Oh, how I’ll miss you singing to me!

I sighed. And with one final kiss on her soft head, I held her up and waited for her to take flight. She hesitated, eyeing me, then off she went into the trees. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I knew I’d never forget her.

“The following day, I was working at my desk when

I heard Peggy’s familiar song. I froze. Could it be?

“I looked out my window and smiled. There she was perched on a shrub, peering at me with those dark eyes, singing for me. I beamed and waved. After a while, she flew off, but her visit became a daily ritual that I truly treasured.

“To this day, I consider it quite a miracle…proof that love always finds its way back home.”