A Second Letter from a Bird

Dear Easter,

Your bird is quite cute. I hope you didn't mind me keeping it in a little cage for a while. It seems starved for contact, and reminds me of you. It's feathers are white and elegant, and it is very well trained. You should take care of it more often.

I am writing this because I have nothing to do. You must have reported whatever you learned back to Mother already. It's a shame we couldn't talk more. That little puppet is quite annoying sometimes. In fact, I see it now. Today, it's sitting on the side of the staircase leading to the garden. I can see your window from here too, but you aren't there. The garden seems to be a place of comfort to both Mother and the puppet.

I suppose the puppet is also a messenger boy, so I shouldn't be referring it as an 'it.' But, much like what you would have been, that puppet is just a little decoration sitting on Mother's shelf. I wonder if that puppet is related to us? Maybe Mother failed to give birth to a girl once again. She has expressed her wants for one many times.

Today it wears a soft pink dress, but it looks more like scraps of cloth draped on than a dress. I suppose it looks good on it, and matches the pink roses. The puppet seems to be many things, and one of them is also a gardener. I see it often there.

The puppet does bear striking resemblance to you, doesn't it? It looks carefree and stupid like you. Only, it's eyes are yellow, like Mother's. Perhaps it really is the secret third child.

Because you are smarter than me, you must have thought this already. Tell me your thoughts. I would like to know more about the puppet.

We should find time to meet in person, looking at each other's real faces.

Osiris.