Looking For My Grandma’s Bird | Kevin James [Kurzfilm]

I’ll never forget the morning my grandma died…
I was seven years old, sitting by her bedside.

My life felt like it was over and this was the end.
She was everything to me. She was my best friend.

I cried and I cried, and that was until…
A bird flew down and rested on her window sill.

It was radiant, peaceful, calm as could be.
It could tell I was scared and started singing to me.

Grandma took her last breath and the bird flew away.
But it’s still the most beautiful song I’ve heard to this day.

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