I don't understand why my father gets so angsty over such a minor thing.
Alright, I found this little green bird lying by the pavement when I was walking home. I thought it was dead, but it moved it's feathers before I walked away. I dare not touch birds, I'm afraid of their claws. But I couldn't bear to leave it there and let it get burned by the sun to death, or eaten alive by the cats. So I took out some notes from my bag and pushed it onto the papers and brought it to my house's void deck. I called my sister and she rushed back to see it. We couldn't decide what to do with it because it's right eye is already blind. One of it's wing and feet is already broken, so we thought it would just die anytime soon. But we couldn't bear to leave it by the roadside, so we took a carton box from the mini mart and placed it inside. Brought it home and tried feeding it with some water. But it just didn't want to do anything, but lay there. It even lifted it's head to look at me, I was damn elated. But when my parents got home, mom told me to looked up on the net to check for any nearby vets. Told dad about it and he got all angsty and mad and said "Why you so busybody! Bring it home for what! Go vet very expensive you know. Get ready to pay up to 500$ if you want to bring it there! You got!?". I was like wtf?
My dad then brought it down, tried feeding it and the bird got all tensed and flew. Banged the wall and fell down. OUCH? Fucking heart pain. I don't know what to do. Seriously.

The bird is greenish, with a red patch on it's head. My sis said it's a lovebird. I shall name you... Twittor. You remind me of my sister's old pet bird, I hope you will be strong and survive.