A Brave New World-Personal Narrative

The sun is brighter than ever, it feels like the last days are here. Two months ago my parents along with dozens of other penguins were washed away in a portion of our frozen grounds. I was desperate I wanted to help my parents but didn't know how. If only the ice was thicker we could have crumbled up in the remaining ground. But it was impossible, the ice would have sunk.

There has been a long silence since that day, all of us waiting for our departure to the deep sea. If only things were different, if only we could do something. We have wasted days trying to come up with a solution for this. We have tried to make contact with the human species passing by but they don't stay for long. I do not understand, why won't they help us? Don't they see the struggle we are going through? Don't they know many species have disappeared already? They are the ones who travel the seas, shouldn’t they know the cause of this disaster?

My family and friends gave me the most exciting welcoming. My mom was crying of joy as she once told me, when I was cracking my egg shelf ready to see the wonders of our world. But one day all of that joy, love and happiness we had shared became fear and sadness. I remember that day like it was yesterday, I woke up feeling weird, I wasn't shivering from the cold but was feeling thirsty and warm. I tried to open my eyes but it was impossible the light was too bright. I thought to myself “how is the light visible this early and inside my house”. Then I was able to open my eyes but what I saw was not what I would wanted to see. My house was gone! Melted! Everyone's house was gone. I saw the destroyed faces of other penguins, how desperate they were in trying to reconstruct their houses. But it was impossible the ice was no longer ice, just a puddle of water evaporating