After my husband Frankie Anderson’s brother died, his wife Amelia Anderson brought back two birds from the mountains—a large bird and a small one. Amelia said she wanted to give these two birds to my daughter Phoebe Anderson as pets. I looked up information and discovered these two birds were vultures—birds of prey. I told Amelia to release them immediately before they could hurt anyone. But I never expected that mother vulture to be so intelligent. It stared at me with its sharp eyes and made harsh, guttural calls. From that day on, this mother vulture held a grudge against me. Every day it would drop bloody chicken bones into my plate and even took the opportunity to peck out my eye. I called in people from the forestry department to capture the vulture. But Amelia secretly damaged the cage and let the vulture escape. Later, Amelia said it was inconvenient for me with my injured eye, so she offered to take Phoebe out to play. They happened to encounter a flock of vultures. Phoebe’s neck was pecked by the mother vulture, her artery was damaged, and blood wouldn’t stop flowing. The smell of blood attracted more and more vultures. I threw myself forward desperately trying to protect Phoebe, but both Phoebe and I were torn to pieces by the swarm of vultures. We died without even having intact bodies left. When I opened my eyes again, Amelia was showing me the cage in her hands. This time, I’m going to make her taste the same pain. ***** The flock of vultures loomed over Phoebe and me. Their calls seemed to carry triumphant boasting. I lay dying in a pool of blood, my one good eye helplessly watching them carry away Phoebe’s severed head. “Amelia, what kind of birds are you carrying?” Frankie asked. He curiously bent down and leaned closer to the cage to look. The mother vulture immediately positioned itself in front of the young bird, glaring at Frankie with its feathers standing on end. Its beak was razor-sharp with barbs, capable of effortlessly tearing flesh from a person. That bone-deep pain seemed to linger in my body, making me shudder involuntarily. I pulled my toddling Phoebe behind me, cold sweat unconsciously soaking my clothes. Amelia said, “I found these in the mountains. The big bird was with the little one—so pitiful. When I saw this big bird, it reminded me of myself. Your brother died too young.” Amelia wiped at nonexistent tears in the corners of her eyes and handed the cage to me. Then she said to me, “Charlotte, you’re a mother too. Could you really bear to watch this big bird wander around alone with her child? Besides, I heard that when wild birds voluntarily come to someone’s home, they bring good fortune to that family.” Charlotte James is my real name. That mother vulture, like Amelia, looked at me with expectant eyes. I knew it was intelligent. In my previous life, I firmly refused to let Amelia keep such fierce birds in our home. As a result, it held a grudge against me, ultimately leading to tragedy. This time, I wouldn’t be so foolish. As if afraid I wouldn’t agree, Amelia stuck her finger into the cage and touched the mother vulture’s tail feathers. She said, “Look how well-behaved this bird is. They’d be perfect companions for Phoebe to play with.” The mother vulture wanted to stay, so it gently flapped its wings, its feathers softly brushing against Amelia’s hand. I calmly pushed Phoebe further back, then looked down at the mother vulture. At this moment, its eyes didn’t yet hold the hatred they had when it killed me in my previous life. I forced myself to smile. I said, “Amelia, you’re right. We’re both mothers. Even with animals, who could bear to watch one struggle with her child?” Amelia was startled by my words, and the smile immediately disappeared from her face. She said, “Charlotte, aren’t you the one who loves cleanliness the most? These birds will spread bacteria when they flap their wings.” I gritted my teeth and forced myself to touch the mother vulture’s feathers with my finger. I said, “Amelia, you don’t understand. Appropriate contact with small animals helps improve children’s immunity. Hasn’t your son Ethan Anderson been clamoring to have a pet?” Amelia threw down the cage, and the young bird inside cried out from being jostled. The mother vulture immediately shielded the young bird with its wing. Amelia said, “What good can come from boys playing with birds?” After saying this, she even yanked out one of the mother vulture’s feathers and stuck it in Phoebe’s hair. She said, “I think Phoebe is better suited to play with birds. She looks like a little bird herself.” Amelia went into the house without looking back, naturally missing the malicious stares both the mother vulture and I directed at her retreating figure. I knew Amelia wasn’t feeling sorry for the bird—she was feeling sorry for herself. She became a widow at such a young age, raising Ethan alone in the city without a job, inevitably facing people’s scorn. Frankie, out of family loyalty, used the excuse that his lumber mill needed workers and personally went to the city to bring Amelia and Ethan here. He said this would not only give Amelia an income but also provide extra help caring for Phoebe and me. But seeing our harmonious marriage made Amelia uncomfortable, and she constantly caused trouble for me. I thought since we were all family, I should be patient. But I never expected that in the end, I couldn’t even save my own life and Phoebe’s. I gripped Phoebe’s small hand tightly. Since I could start over, I was going to make Amelia pay an equal price for her actions.
In my previous life, I insisted on giving the birds away. But every time I brought it up, Amelia would sit on the floor crying while clutching the bird. Whenever she cried, Frankie would come out to mediate. He’d say, “Charlotte, Amelia has no one to rely on. Just be patient with her. They’re just two birds—we can afford to keep them.” Eventually, under Frankie’s persuasion, we each made concessions. I stopped talking about giving the birds away, and Amelia promised to keep both birds caged. But that was only when Frankie was home. The mother vulture acted docile, completely putting Frankie at ease. Once Frankie left for the forest station, Amelia would secretly let the bird out. I was constantly scratched and bloodied by it. Yet Amelia would just hold it protectively in her arms, blaming everything on me. She’d say, “Charlotte, why does it only scratch you and not others? You must have scared it. Did you touch its baby? I never realized you were so vicious—you won’t even spare little birds.” Then she’d go crying to Frankie, telling him I was heartless and took my anger out on the birds, which was why I got hurt. Frankie was fed up with this and would come home scolding me for being cruel enough to pick fights with two birds. I was furious and would argue with Frankie. Whenever this happened, Amelia would reward the mother vulture by feeding it live chickens. Having received this benefit, the mother vulture would scratch me even more viciously the next time. It even spat bloody bones and flesh into my plate. It wasn’t until it pecked out one of my eyes and I was screaming that I’d kill it that Frankie finally agreed to hand the bird over to the forestry department. Before the mother vulture was taken away, I saw Amelia feeding it raw meat again. Amelia said, “It’s not that I don’t want to keep you—it’s just that woman is too vicious and doesn’t like you. She’s too stingy to feed you meat, wanting to save it all for her man so he’ll have energy in bed. That woman not only got my husband killed, but now she wants to drive you out too. She said that as long as she’s alive, she’ll kill your baby first, then kill you.” The mother vulture stared at me through the window with its sharp eyes, my face wrapped in bandages. It opened its beak wide, letting out a harsh, grating cry. With tears in her eyes, Amelia put both birds into a cage she had tampered with beforehand. The workers hadn’t gotten far before the mother vulture broke out of the cage and flew into the mountains with its young. Soon after, it gathered a large flock of vultures and flew back to seek revenge on me. Seeing the birds circling overhead, Amelia carried Phoebe outside. Then she deliberately left Phoebe alone by the roadside. The isolated Phoebe was discovered and injured by the mother vulture, and her pitiful cries drew me running outside. By the time I rushed over to protect Phoebe, Amelia had already run far away. I was torn apart by the flock of vultures until I was a bloody mess, collapsing beside her, too weak to struggle anymore, and died in agony. They believed Amelia’s words that I wanted to harm the little bird, so they used Phoebe to get revenge on me, even tearing her apart and carrying off the pieces to intimidate me. I suppressed the hatred in my heart, took a deep breath, and walked over to pick up the birdcage. I said helplessly, “What is Amelia doing? She brought them back but doesn’t want to keep them anymore. This mother bird even has a baby with her—they’re so thin it breaks your heart to see them.” Frankie frowned and glanced at me, asking, “Charlotte, haven’t you always been uninterested in animals?” I found a thick cardboard box and lined it with cotton. Then I said, “I think they’re too pitiful.” Frankie didn’t think much of it. After a quick look, he found an excuse to knock on Amelia’s door and went in to comfort her softly. I placed the cardboard box under a tree in the yard, then opened the birdcage. My whole body was trembling slightly, but I still forced myself to reach my hand inside. The mother vulture flinched and looked at me warily. I cut a few pieces of fresh meat from the refrigerator and placed them in the cardboard box. I smiled and said, “Go ahead and eat, don’t be afraid. The cage is too small, but this cardboard box has good ventilation. You can fly whenever you want.” The mother vulture observed me for a long time before cautiously poking its head out, picking up a piece of meat to feed the baby vulture. Seeing that I truly had no intention of harming them, it finally brought the baby bird into the cardboard box.
Amelia shouted, “Charlotte, what are you feeding those birds?” She rushed over and pushed me aside. When she saw the meat in the box, she flew into a rage and kicked the cardboard box over. Then she roared, “This meat is what I bought for Ethan’s beef pot roast. How could you use it to feed these two beasts? Isn’t corn enough for two birds? How can you be so stupid? I paid for this meat.” In my past life, the more I resisted the vultures, the more Amelia rewarded them. Forget meat—she’d even feed them freshly killed chickens. Now that her plan wasn’t working, she was showing her true colors. I smiled and said, “Amelia, didn’t you know? These birds are vultures, and they’re protected animals. Besides, vultures are carnivores—they’ll starve to death without meat. Amelia, you’re so kind to have brought them home. You wouldn’t begrudge them just these two pieces of meat, would you?” Amelia was so angry she was panting, glaring at me. Naturally, she didn’t notice the mother vulture staring at her face with hateful eyes. I pulled out two hundred dollars and stuffed them into Amelia’s pocket. Then I said, “Amelia, I’ll pay to buy more meat for Ethan and bring back a few pieces for the vultures too. Since they’ve come to our home, we’re meant to be together. I certainly can’t let them go hungry.” Amelia took the money, rolled her eyes at me, then turned and walked away. She muttered under her breath, “Idiot!” I pretended not to hear, put the cardboard box back in place, then filled a small dish with water for them. The mother vulture completely let down her guard around me. After eating and drinking her fill, she even nuzzled my fingers with her head. Over the next few days, I fed the vultures meat on schedule every day and personally went to buy live chickens. I placed the chopped chicken meat in Phoebe’s hands and guided her hand to the mother vulture’s beak. I looked at the two vultures with loving eyes, though my heart was pounding nervously. But to spare Phoebe from experiencing that heart-wrenching pain again, I had to take this step. The mother vulture looked at Phoebe, then at me, and opened her mouth to eat the chicken meat. I held Phoebe and whispered to her, “Phoebe, these two birds are just like you and me. I love you very much, and the big bird loves the little bird too. They’re your friends. You need to give them a warm home, okay?” Phoebe nodded vigorously and gently stroked the mother vulture’s back. The mother vulture showed no resistance at all. She said, “I want to protect them well.” The mother vulture raised her head to look at us, her eyes seeming to glisten with tears. Every day I patiently taught Phoebe how to care for them, and Phoebe learned earnestly. Within a few days, she was playing happily with the vultures. The young vulture would hop onto Phoebe’s hand, and the mother vulture would wrap her wings around Phoebe’s small hands. We were getting along harmoniously when Ethan came running over with a bucket and soaked the cardboard box completely. Steam was still rising from the water in the bucket. I immediately lifted both vultures out, but my hands got blistered from the heat. I asked, “Ethan, what are you doing?” Ethan wasn’t afraid of me and made a face at me. He said, “My mom said she found these two birds, so they belong to our family. I can do whatever I want with them.” Ethan’s commotion drew Amelia outside. She said, “I thought it was something serious. They’re just two beasts, aren’t they? If they die, it’s no big deal. Charlotte, you can treat them like treasures if you want. But how can you involve the child in this nonsense? Your hands are all red from the burns. Never mind. I’ll get revenge for you. I’ll kill these two birds right now and roast them to nourish your body.” With that, Amelia headed for the kitchen to get a knife. I roared, “Don’t you dare!” I clutched both vultures tightly to my chest, not letting Amelia get close. Amelia laughed and said, “Charlotte, have you lost your mind? You’re protecting these two beasts like they’re your children?” She grabbed the knife and slashed toward the young vulture in my arms. I screamed in terror, “No!” I raised my hand to shield the baby vulture, but Amelia showed no mercy and slashed my arm directly. The baby vulture let out a mournful cry as it fell to the ground, and Amelia immediately chopped off its head with her knife. I stared at her intently, wondering: “What grudge could possibly drive her to go to such lengths to kill me?” My desperate attempt to protect the baby vulture made the mother vulture completely accept me as her master. Amelia, who had killed its child, was destined to face punishment. The mother vulture broke free from my arms and bared her talons at Amelia. The mother vulture clawed Amelia’s arm until it was bloody, forcing her to drop the knife and flee with her head covered. Ethan was terrified and stood frozen in place. After attacking Amelia, the mother vulture charged at Ethan and scratched his head directly. Ethan burst into tears. Amelia wanted to save Ethan but was afraid of being clawed by the mother vulture. She sat on the ground sobbing, her cries drawing neighbors out to watch the commotion. Living a second life, I had learned to strike first and seize the initiative. While Amelia was still crying, I started crying first and said, “Amelia, how exactly have I offended you? You actually tried to hack me to death! You’re the one who brought these two birds back. You said you felt sorry for them and insisted on keeping them at home. But you never took care of them once – I’ve been looking after them for you this whole time. What did I do wrong?” I had always been well-mannered and constantly yielded to Amelia. This was the first time I had argued with her in front of so many people. Amelia was so shocked her mouth fell open and she froze in place, even forgetting to cry. Then she cursed, “Charlotte, you’re talking nonsense! That beast was clearly trying to hurt Ethan.” I kicked over the water bucket. Then I shouted, “Then tell me, why would Ethan get attacked by the bird? Phoebe is so small, yet the bird didn’t hurt her. How did Ethan get scratched?” Amelia hesitated and said, “Ethan was just trying to give them a bath.” Hearing her words, the surrounding neighbors all laughed. It was the first time they’d heard of someone wanting to bathe birds. I held up my scalded hand and said, “With freshly boiled hot water? These are protected animals. If I hadn’t blocked it, Ethan would probably be going to jail. And now you’ve killed a protected animal and even came after me. You better prepare for prison.” This time, Amelia completely dropped her act and crawled up to lunge at me. She roared, “What are you saying, you b*tch? How dare you curse me! I’m going to tear your mouth apart! I’m going to scratch up your face and see how you seduce Frankie then.” I snorted coldly, forming a bold suspicion in my mind. But before Amelia could reach me, Frankie pushed open the courtyard gate and stopped her: “What’s all this commotion about?” The neighbors enthusiastically filled Frankie in. Amelia had always been aggressive and had quarreled with all the surrounding neighbors, so naturally they wouldn’t side with her now. One woman said, “Amelia kept calling your wife a b*tch. How can she say such things?” Another woman said, “Yes. She also said Charlotte was seducing Frankie. They’re husband and wife – that’s not seduction.” A man said, “I think she’s man-crazy, so she can’t stand seeing them as a loving couple. Frankie takes care of them for his brother’s sake, and she’s truly ungrateful.” The darker Frankie’s expression became as he listened, the more he picked up the knife from the ground and threw it against the courtyard wall. The neighbors fell silent and sheepishly returned home. He said, “I’ll send the birds away tomorrow.” Frankie was afraid that if things escalated, Amelia would really go to prison, so he gave gifts to every household, asking them not to spread the word. Amelia shot me a triumphant look, then followed Frankie inside with Ethan. I crouched on the ground to carefully examine the mother vulture’s condition. Using the pain in my arm, I forced out tears. I said, “I don’t blame you for hurting people. We’re both mothers – protecting our children isn’t wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t take good care of you both. You should fly away and forget these sad things. If you stay here any longer, they’ll kill you too.” I sobbed audibly, my tears dripping onto the mother vulture’s feathers. The mother vulture flew to my shoulder and nuzzled away my tears with her head. Before flying away, she stared at Amelia’s bedroom window for a long time. After that, she never appeared again. But I knew she would definitely return. Sure enough, she didn’t disappoint me.
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