simon nissenbaum 𓅯 five (done)

My hands have always been used to hold—ducks, pellets, and the hands of small children who fear the yellow-billed creatures.

The train grumbles, reminding me I can only hold my fate now. For a long time, I've assumed my fate was simple. My fate, up until the crisp piece of paper was pulled out, was always to provide and educate. My parents run a sanctuary for birds - the beautiful winged creatures giving us a vice for being able to fly away. We all want to rule the sky, just like how we always want to rule our fates,

I've learned that we don't get that privilege. Not us, at least, the ones who sit in mud and dirt - the ones who give children a reason to embrace life rather than fear. My ecosystem used to be filled with babbles, and giggles; small children shrieking as ducks and geese clamp at the pellets in their hands. But now, the only thing that giggles is the cart of tea and coffee as the train sways back and forth.

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simon nissenbaum! 15, he/him, asexual

- his family runs a sanctuary/rehabilitation/education center for various birds! swans, ducks, geese, turkeys, you name it baby! it's directed towards younger children, and he's spent most of his energy growing up with children. he is not socially good with people his age or older.
- would def be seen at the city park with a paper bag of bread for the pond friends
- always thought his life would just be ducks and five year olds who hardly understand the word "gentle" when handling animals
- just... wants the best for youngins because the world is scary