A Rollercoaster of Emotions Part-3

The vet said she needed surgery to fix her wing. Surgery for a chicken. It cost me a month’s salary, but I didn’t care. For the next few weeks, I became her personal nurse. I fed her by hand, tucked her into a little box lined with my old T-shirts, and even read to her (don’t ask why—it felt right). In those quiet moments, I realized how much she had changed my life. Ginger had taught me patience, responsibility, and how to find joy in the little things—like watching her chase butterflies or clumsily attempt to jump onto a bench. One day, as I was feeding her, she gave me a soft, almost affectionate cluck. I teared up, whispering, “You’re going to be okay, Ginger. We both are.”