My Cage

Every morning when my mother places our piece of golden, before I go to school and read us its news which our grandmother taught her to show its bright heart, I try helpful, and great works. I was all of us extremely happy when he places the news in his chest with its appropriate value. A small dream suit which I will buy its colors and present to the teacher, and I will buy a flower of roses of a white one my mother who brought it to us, which he gave her to me as a safe gift.

And I was hearing a lot of suffering from the little boy who cannot flee his news from that place, nor change the bad things from the butcher, nor appreciate the beautiful things he hears behind the elders, which often makes me angry, so I decided once to buy a cage similar to that boy’s cage, and I will put in it everything I get from that news, from my father and my mother and my grandmother.

But I couldn’t tolerate the cage’s bad news, because the bad smell emitting from the metal wagon placed below the cage’s cover was very harmful, which might kill the small boy who loves that news and hears beautiful things behind the elders. And I appreciated very much suffering the boy goes through at his age because he cannot get rid of his bad news from that place, and cannot change the bad things from the butcher, nor appreciate the beautiful things he hears behind the elders.

So I said to my mother: Oh mother, do I suffer anything today? And I felt severe shame. I thought that all my teachers look at me, and in our house, I said to my mother: Oh mother, I want a cage similar to that small boy’s cage, to be safe from our news and I’m looking for things similar to that small boy who loves our news and hears beautiful things behind the elders, and I will put in it everything I get from that news, from my father and my mother and my grandmother.

My mother looked at me with signs of amazement appearing on her face, and said to me: This doesn’t work for you, my son, what will you put in it from our news? It seemed my mother was observing with signs of jealousy appearing on her face, and said to me: This doesn’t work for you, my son, what will you put in it from our news?

So I said to my mother: I will try to escape like that small boy, and I will buy similar news that I cherish from my father and my mother, and I will share and talk about beautiful things and good things I hear behind the elders and the strange things they hide, and my mother was watching with attention the strange signs appearing on her face, and the gentleness with which she completed his face. Then I gave her a piece from that golden news and said to her: Keep this news in your new cage and try to protect its news and share the news you collect in it with your mother and grandmother.