When I was six years old, my family and I went on a summer vacation to my grandparents' farm in the countryside. One day, while exploring the farm, I stumbled upon a small, injured bird on the ground. Its wing was broken, and it couldn't fly.
I carefully picked up the bird and took it to my grandparents, who helped me nurse it back to health. We named the bird "Skylark" and kept it in a small cage on the porch.
