
Yesterday, my sister and I were sweeping the leaves at our dad's yard. For a while, both of us swept the leaves in the front of the yard. Later, I decided that it would be faster to slit up. So I went to the back to sweep while my sister swept the rest of the leaves in the front. When I arrived at the backyard, I discovered a thousand white bird feathers among the leaves. I didn't think much of it, although white birds, including seagulls, don't come to our yard often. Later, I saw a bone of a bird. It was bloody, but the blood was dry. It was white and red. I was afraid. I didn't know what it meant. Then I discovered a bottle in the garden filled with yellow liquid. It was probably urine. I didn't know what that meant either. I threw both of them away in the garbage. What could it all mean? Did someone throw them into our yard because we're Chinese? What should I have done? Should I have called the police? I don't want to talk to anyone about it.
Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone throw urine and a dead bird into our yard? I didn't find the remains of the body, and I'm not sure if they're there. But I don't want to find out.
But maybe those people think our family is a bad family. Maybe that's why they threw those things into our yard. I have no idea who it was. I don't know if I want to find out. I just want to forget about it and move on. I don't want these memories to haunt me anymore. I ask myself, "Why me?" Why did I have to see them? But then again, I'm glad it was me who saw them because I don't want anyone else in my family to. I want to just forget about everything.
