A story I wrote as a kid

I found this page in my old diary. I wrote it on Sunday, January 11, 2015, when I was a little kid. I'm keeping it exactly as I wrote it, just with a few grammar fixes.

I want to tell you a story that never happened. It's just imagination.

There was a bird. She was born in a very happy family. One day the owner of the birds opened the cage, and the father of the small bird ran away and never came back. The mother of the small bird was so sad and unhappy, and she fell very sick, and one day she passed away. And the 2-month-old bird was so alone. She didn't even know how to fly, because she was born in a cage. When she grew up, her cage was on the terrace. One day a crow came and flew away. The bird was so amazed at what they were doing. They could die, because they don't know what they are doing. And she smilingly says, "Whatever they are doing, I don't care." She thinks all the birds that are flying are idiots, because they want to die. .....