Hello:

When I was tell me that I will write about the pets, I think well, I remembered my die bird.

When I was 5 years old I has a bird, It was not have a name, but when It come to my house, with my family we say Oh! It is a “Catita”, but it was a male so we named Cotito, with my family think that sounds good.

So, the “Cotito” was a Cata, he was a blue with marks in white and black. The only that he was do was tweet. If I reflection now this pets wasn’t a funny pets and I wasn’t play with him.




 

At day when I was come back to de kindergarten I wasn’t see my little bird in his cage, and I was answer to my mom what happen to the bird and, I always remember, she say me Oh! The bird was go to his house whit his mother because he missing so much. And I say “ok it`s fine”.

If this happened when I was 5, and now I have 19, I suppose that “Cotito” was died.  But this situation don`t a childhood trauma. 

I wouldn’t like have a pet, because I don’t have time to give the love that some animal require.  I think that in this case, the plants would be a better idea, because the only that it need is a water, sun and fertilizing.

Have a nice day!
Rocío :)