Belonging Creative

It was a scorching day where the heat pierced through my skin and I found myself at home with my pet bird Fluffy, in wait for the arrival of my newborn brother. Fluffy is a grey cockatiel with yellow and red patches throughout her face, she enjoys her apples and coriander. She was really close to me until my younger brother came.
I knew my life was going to drastically change having a younger sibling but I didn’t realise what it meant to have a sibling in the first place. I became fond of my baby brother before I realised it myself.
I had my brother seated over my shoulder where he was able to enjoy the view. He always was overjoyed whenever I would had him over my neck. I was walking with him over my neck when the pain seared through my neck which resulted in me picking him up and placing him onto my lap. I was feeding my brother milk when I heard my mum calling me, “Can you bring him here now he needs to sleep.”
I replied, “Don’t worry I will make him sleep and bring him to you.”
It suddenly struck me while I was making my brother sleep that I had completely forgotten about Fluffy. This hadn’t been the first time since my brother had become a part of my world. I knew that Fluffy must feel alienated. As I walked past Fluffy’s cage I noticed that Fluffy must feel segregated and I felt remorse for the first time.
This realisation made me reflect on my past and when Fluffy meant everything to me. I remembered the very first day when we bought Fluffy from a pet store. She gave me the cold shoulder as I walked past as she had never received much attention from people. I took her out for the first time to be bitten by her as she was frightened by my sudden approach towards her. This made me upset as I felt as though I wasn’t going to achieve a close bond between Fluffy and me.
As time passed slowly she accepted me and she started hopping onto my shoulder. She enjoyed the view she had received from staying on shoulder. She was overjoyed when I took her around