How I Obtained Blue

It was not a secret that my mom did not really think that Valentine would become huge. K had two of them also but, Valentine was growing and we are talking she was HUGE. She was fat with the pudgiest cheeks and a perpetual green stain right under her mouth from all the lettuce and celery scraps we would feed her. Well, my mom and dad talked to K mom and dad about allowing Valentine to live there with her Guinea Pig friends. But, something happened and I can't remember why but, Valentine could not live there. It was approaching Christmas time and mom wanted me to find another pet. I was rooting for a Girrafe. But, Santa wrote me a letter before Christmas and said there was a little African boy in Zimbabwe that wasn't getting anything for Christmas and so my Giraffe went to the African boy as an early Christmas gift. So, my dad talked to the Pet Owner that sold me Valentine. He agreed to take Valentine because Valentine was so cute and had such a cute personality. The trade was Valentine and everything she had, her cage, her little gate we made for her to sit in the yard, her leash, her salt lick,her water bottle and a big bag of wood shavings, her "Toys" (she had a wheel to run in, that she was too fat to get in to and would get stuck when she tried climbing in so I had to take it out) and a few things like that. I got in return, a pretty Green Parakeet that was a baby. It had just learned to fly, and the nose was not yet colored. I named it Blue because everytime I said Blue the bird would come to me and responded to me. I got a nice cage, the bird, a book on how to care for it, seeds, a coupld of perches, a ladder,  and some bird toys for the bird. Blue was a fun pet, though I missed Valentine and cried terribly when I left the Pet Shop. 
I did not want to make Blue feel bad, so I readily loved (him). 
Within a month from the time I got him, his feathers were very bright, he'd repsond to me when I came into the room, and heard my voice, he'd try to talk back to me when I spoke to him and he would tilt his head and try to "talk" bad to me, he'd move his mouth and was just so fun. He'd sing and sing if I put his cage on the planter hook in the living room but when I took the cage to my room with me, he would come to my hand, he'd perch on my shoulders, he was really enjoyable. He did escape once, and flew up the concrete wall. My sister climbed up and got him but, she was the one that let him out because she felt sorry for him because she said all the other birds were flying around and he wasn't. Well, I let him fly around my room for exercise and I had opened windows but we had a screen for the window in my bedroom. He'd eventually come back, and let me put him in his cage. I realized he was a male when he got a blue color on his beak. He was a really sweet bird. 
I was really upset when one day my sister, again, let him out of his cage, and this time he never came back. I cried and cried. That time was my younger sister, who, really did not do well with Animals in general.