One sunny day, a dove gracefully soared above our bustling school, bringing with it a sense of tranquility. But as fate would have it, the dove suddenly descended to the ground, its wings weakened and unable to sustain flight. We noticed its desperate state and rushed to its aid, gently capturing it and placing it on my chair. It was clear the dove was parched and in dire need of water.
Without hesitation, we offered it a refreshing drink, watching as it eagerly lapped up the droplets, rejuvenating its tired body. Days turned into weeks as we nurtured our feathered friend, ensuring it had enough nourishment and care. Gradually, the dove's strength returned, and its wings regained their former glory. The time had come for our beloved visitor to depart. With a heart full of gratitude, we bid the dove farewell, watching as it soared back into the boundless sky, carrying with it the memories of our humble sanctuary.