“He thought it was just a pile of broken eggs… until he heard the faint cries of life still fighting to survive.”
One scorching afternoon, a man was walking past a roadside dumping ground when he suddenly heard faint squeaks — “cheep, cheep…” — rising from somewhere nearby. At first, he thought it was just his imagination. But the sound continued — fragile, desperate, as if calling for help.
Following the noise, he stepped closer — and froze.
Scattered across the ground were thousands of broken eggshells, stretching over several meters like a pale carpet of loss. The air was heavy with the foul smell of rotten eggs, thick and suffocating. It looked like waste discarded by a large farm or factory — a graveyard of unborn lives.
But then… something moved.
Amid the ruins, a few eggs had miraculously hatched, warmed by the cruel heat of the sun. Tiny quail chicks were crawling weakly among the shells — some already motionless, but a few still alive, trembling, hiding beneath the broken remains of their fallen siblings.
The man’s heart clenched. He couldn’t turn away.
He ran back to his truck, grabbed a basket, and gently picked up every chick he could find, even the ones barely breathing. The heat was brutal, the stench unbearable, but he kept going — driven by a simple, human instinct: to save them.
Back home, he built a small pen from scrap wood, lined it with straw, and placed a heater nearby. One by one, he fed them water and tiny crumbs by hand.
At first, they were silent. But soon, faint chirps began to fill the room — weak, but alive.
They had never known their mother.
The man was the first being they saw, and in their tiny hearts, he became their mother.
They followed him everywhere — through the kitchen, the garden, around his feet as he worked. The once quiet house now echoed with endless chirps and flutters, full of warmth and laughter.
Days passed. The chicks grew stronger, running, jumping, and exploring their new world.
Each time he watched them play, something gentle stirred inside him — something he hadn’t felt in years.
They had lost everything the moment they were born, yet somehow found a home.
And in saving them, he found his own healing — a heart once cold, now alive with love again.
“Thank you, God,” he whispered softly.
“Thank you for bringing them to me.”
