The other ponds in the village are far away from hers. She desires to go there but she is too small to swim across rivers. The duckling doesn't like her pond at all because she is the only duckling there. She sees fishes, tadepoles, swans, flies but she doesn't see another duck. Still she assumes it to be her home. She doesn't understand home is where heart lies, she doesn't understand "family" is what we choose.
She tries to swim in there, she tries to swim out of there, she can't. The little boy who comes to the pond everyday to complete his homework has grown older. He doesn't have homeworks to complete anymore. She doesn't grow.
The paperboats sail away. The duckling tries to follow them. They drown. She doesn't. Sometimes they are picked by someone on the other side of the pond, she sails in vain.
The flies buzz, the people talk, the birds chirp, every sound becomes malignant to her ears. She doesn't talk. She doesn't have anybody to talk to.
She swims, because she has to. She tries to find another duck. She tries to talk to other ducks in the other ponds. She can't. Her voice doesn't reach. They fade before reaching them. She thinks she has to stay at her home.
She doesn't understand home.
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