To my Parrots Kesha and Koko who have died from an unknown disease

Advice N1: I hate being in the cage. I am afraid of being out of the cage. Something in between would be ideal to me, but as there’s no such thing, please keep the cage clean. Also, please let me out sometimes. I’ll fly around the room. I’ll bother you. Be patient.

Advice N2: I don’t like being alone. Don’t think that you solve the problem of loneliness for me by hanging a small mirror in my cage. I do know that I look at my reflection in it and not at the other parrot from the world beyond mine. My vitality represented through exclamations and hops, which you find so amusing, is not that of joy, but that of anger and frustration.

Advice N3: I can speak. This, however, doesn’t mean that I actually know your language; in fact, I’ll never will. Please keep it in mind.

Advice N4: I don’t live a long time. That means, I will die soon and I might die unexpectedly. This is definitely going to make you sad. So, think twice whether you need an additional reason for grief in the future, before you bring me to your house.

Advice N5: Finally, if you still decide to adopt me, please take into consideration that obligation and love are two discriminate things: obligation is something you fulfill, while love is something you feel. I want you to take care of me not because of obligation, but because of love. Responsibilities turn life into a huge, heavy burden, whereas love gives people wings just like mine. Use this gift wisely.