Tiny Wings, Big Love
Subtitle: A Mother’s Journey of Love, Strength, and Care
Book Description:
In the heart of a quiet balcony garden, a tiny nest cradles new life—a fragile egg and a newborn chick, waiting under the watchful eye of their mother. Tiny Wings, Big Love is a touching story of love, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bond between a mother and her child. Through moments of warmth, protection, and resilience, this tale beautifully mirrors the tenderness of motherhood in the natural world.
Here are the character Names :
Mother: Elara (meaning "shining, bright")
Father: Orion (meaning "rising in the sky," symbolizing strength and protection)
First Son (Newborn Baby): Lior (meaning "my light," representing the joy he brings)
Elder Son: Caelum (meaning "heaven" or "sky," symbolizing wisdom and love for his new sibling)
The world was silent in the early days, yet her heart was loud with love. The little egg lay nestled in the warmth of the nest, a delicate shell holding a miracle. She had spent twelve long days, 228 hours, watching over it, feeling every second stretch like an eternity. But she waited. Oh, how she waited.
The sun rose gently on February 9, 2025, the air soft with the promise of something beautiful. As the first golden rays kissed the tiny egg, a crack appeared—a whisper of life stirring inside. The mother’s heart trembled with joy. She leaned closer, her feathers brushing against the shell, whispering love through the walls that had kept her baby safe.
Then, a tiny beak peeked through. A fragile, trembling movement. Another crack. And then—a sound. A soft, delicate chirp, barely louder than the rustling leaves. The mother gasped. Her baby was here. Her baby had arrived.
For twelve days, she had not left the nest, barely eating, barely sleeping, guarding this tiny life with all the love in her heart. Through the chilly nights, she had curled her body around the egg, shielding it from the wind. Through the warm afternoons, she had sung lullabies, letting her voice wrap around the unborn life like a cocoon of love.
And now, after 228 hours, her patience had bloomed into this moment.
The little one struggled free, damp feathers clinging to its delicate body. The mother gently nudged it, feeling an overwhelming surge of love so powerful it made her tremble. Her baby—tiny, fragile, perfect.
She chirped softly, and the baby responded with a weak, sleepy peep. Their first conversation, a melody written in love.
The world had not changed, but for her, everything was new. The leaves still danced in the wind, the sun still shone, the earth still spun—but now, she was a mother.
With her wings wrapped around her newborn, she whispered, “Welcome to the world, my love. I have waited for you. I have loved you long before you knew me.”
And as the baby nestled closer to her warmth, the mother knew—this was only the beginning of their journey. A journey of love, of warmth, of tiny wings ready to one day soar. But for now, the nest was their world, and love was all they needed.
