23. Jan, 2015

Sibling space

Why are you in a mood?’

‘You’re standing in my space!’

‘What space?’

‘My rock!’

‘Why can’t we share?’

‘Because it’s time for us to go our separate ways!’

‘But I don’t want to be separate.’

‘Mother says it’s time. We might be twins, but we have to get a life! Our own life!’

‘But we’re family.’


‘But I thought families were supposed to stick together.’

‘And so they should.’

‘So can I live on this rock with you?’


‘Why not?’

‘Because it’s my space!’

‘Don’t you love me anymore?’

‘That’s a stupid question.’

‘If you love me then you’d let me live on this rock with you.’


‘But I don’t want to live on my own.’

‘And I do!’

‘Can I live on the next rock?’

‘If you must!’

‘Can I visit you every day?’

‘Of course!’

‘Ok, I’ll give it a try.’

Days later.

‘How’s it going on your new rock?’

‘It’s ok! Not as bad as I thought! You were right after all!’

‘I see you have visitors already.’

‘They’re girls!’

‘Can I come over?’


‘Why not?’

‘This is my space!’

‘We’re supposed to be family.’


‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You should give me some space!’

 Moments later, the young bird relented.

'OK, you can join us, but you must go back to your own rock later!'

And they all lived happily ever after!