"Don't cry, Wendy. Your eyes are too precious for tears."Wendy's tears came pouring out like a broken dam as she sobbed uncontrollably."James, you're the one who gave me my life. I don't have a home anymore. I just want to go home. It hurts so much. Where am I supposed to find my rib? I don't know, I really don't… I'm so sorry."She was rambling, but I understood what she was trying to say. She was just tired."It's okay, Wendy."Any sparrow would be exhausted if it had to spend its life looking after a blind companion.Just like when we were kids, I gently pulled Wendy into a hug, patting her back softly. "It's okay, Wendy. Don't be scared."Her sobbing slowly subsided. I gently wiped her face with a handkerchief. "Wendy, you should go back to your home. When I found you in the snow back then, I already told you that you can go wherever you want to go."I was like a cage to her. Locking her up for the rest of her life would simply be too much for her.Wendy covered her eyes
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