A little fledgling

I wish, I would be a fledgling of the sparrow living in the nest on the tree of my garden. That tree can be easily seen from the window of my bedroom. Every morning, I get up and rush to open the window. I have witnessed the couple of sparrows building their nest. Straw by straw. Flight by flight. The way male sparrow is concerned about it's nest mesmerizes me.Its flights heightens my longings.Its love for it's family is reflected in its each and every action.It is showering it's love on its young ones. The love I have never had. The fatherly concern that I never felt. It's concern makes me yearn to be it's daughter. Now I just wonder : "Why did I have to be a daughter of an alcoholic abuser father? Why can't I be a little fledgling of that sparrow? "