Crazy Bird
One of her boyfriends did see me. I slammed myself against the car window one night and batted my wings around like a crazy bird when I thought their date was heating up a bit too much. I left him stunned, scared, wondering what in the hell just happened. It never occurred to him that I was with her. He lost his interest in her lips for a bit, and I felt triumphant. I should have just looked the other way. But I couldn't. It was hard to start letting go and watch her grow up. I wanted her to want to hang out with me more than her boyfriends. It was selfish of me, I know.