This is a simple story — one of the simplest I have ever written. It has no grand adventure, no clever twist, and no hero who saves the world. Yet, for reasons I still cannot fully explain, it has touched the hearts of many readers — including my own.
Perhaps it is because this tale was not written to impress anyone. It was written quietly, like a whisper from somewhere deep inside — a place where love, loss, and hope live together in silence.
The Mysterious Little Bird is a story that does not ask you to cry, but some readers do. It does not ask you to feel moved, but somehow, by the end, your heart may grow softer without you realizing it.
So, if you are ready, take a moment to slow down, breathe, and open your heart to something gentle and small — a little story that may not change the world, but might quietly change the way you see it.
Let’s read “The Mysterious Little Bird” together
Once upon a time, there was a little boy with a head full of fluffy hair.
He was an orphan.
Since the day his parents passed away,
he had to move into a crowded orphanage —
a place he never really liked.
He didn’t enjoy being around too many people,
so he often went out alone to sit quietly in a field of flowers.
When the boy was there, all by himself,
he liked to sprinkle seeds over his soft, fluffy hair
to call the birds to come and eat.
Sometimes, they even made tiny nests in his hair and rested there.
The boy loved listening to the birds sing,
for their songs eased the loneliness in his heart.
One day, while he was thinking of his parents,
a small white bird appeared.
It had a blue spot on its right wing
and a pink spot on its left.
The bird landed gently on his lap
and chirped the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
The boy remembered —
his father loved the color blue,
and his mother loved pink.
So he couldn’t help thinking that this little white bird
might have been sent by his parents
to visit him from the heavens above.
Believing so, the lonely boy decided
to write a letter for the bird to deliver to its “masters.”
He wasn’t sure if the bird could really send messages,
but each time it returned to rest on his fluffy hair,
the old letters he sent with it were never there.
Day after day, the boy wrote new letters
to his beloved parents.
Sometimes he told them about happy things that happened,
sometimes he wrote about his loneliness,
and sometimes he even wrote little fairy tales
for his parents to read in heaven.
Writing those letters made him truly happy.
But one day, the boy became very ill.
He grew too weak to go to the flower field,
and even holding a pen became too hard.
The white bird came quietly to watch over him at his bedside,
but in the crowded orphanage,
his condition only worsened.
While the boy was gravely ill,
news arrived that the King and Queen
were coming to visit the orphanage.
No one knew why Their Majesties wished to come,
but everyone hurried to clean and prepare the place.
When the King and Queen finally arrived,
instead of speaking with the staff,
they looked carefully around the room —
as though searching for something.
And when their eyes fell upon a small bed
where a white bird sat perched,
they walked straight toward it.
The King and Queen gazed upon the sick boy with great tenderness.
Then, in gentle voices, they said,
“So it was you… the one who wrote all those letters.
This little bird brought them to us every day.
The more we read, the more we longed to meet you.
And when your letters suddenly stopped,
we realized how much you meant to us.
We have no children of our own…
Would you let us be your parents?”
The boy was too surprised to speak at first.
Then tears welled up in his eyes.
He reached out and embraced his new father and mother,
his heart overflowing with joy.
From that day on,
the King and Queen — now filled with happiness —
improved the orphanage
and often invited the other children
and families who wished for children of their own
to gather in the royal garden
under warm sunlight and gentle breezes.
As for the little white bird
with blue and pink spots upon its wings,
it seemed happy to see everyone smiling.
And then, it quietly flew away toward the heavens,
leaving behind a mystery
that would never be solved —
not in this life, nor the next.
In quiet moments, love still finds its way to you.
NitanNambun — Tales that speak softly, and stay quietly in the heart
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