When I was a kid, my sister badly wanted to have a pet and since our rental situation did not support having cats/dogs, she resorted to have a parrot. The first parrot we had, flew away one day when it found a chance. My sister's desire to have a pet that will stay permanently with us grew much stronger and this time my uncle cut the wings of a baby parrot and brought it home to satisfy her. It made the parrot grow into depression and it always looked like an angry vulture ready to attack even if you offer food. It was never a happy experience to have that parrot around. We could not keep it for more than a year as it started attacking the kids who visited us. I just remember giving it back to my uncle and don't know what happened to that parrot but I knew for sure cutting the wings changed that young parrot forever.
A lot of times, we all tend to become those parrots when we feel tired and frustrated with helpless situations. Only difference, the parrot could not express it's frustration in words but in lot other cases the words are of no use. We try to tame our loved ones as we want without considering the impact it can have on the other person. It makes our loved ones sore and bitter; how can a relationship thrive in such an unforgiving environment? Who is the loser here?
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