A few days later, when my stomach hurt and my wings ached, a little girl came over, pointing to me. She shouted and screamed words that hurt my weak ears. The mother shook her head and came close to me, putting her hand through the cage and lightly touching my ribs. I snapped at her and the mother grabbed her daughter's hand and walked away.
I just wanted to die in that very spot. Everyday I grew weaker and weaker, and then the pet shop decided to close down in a week. Soon, I was the only pet left, and on the last day, a young girl and a friend of hers, a boy with black hair, walked in. The girl pointed at me and kind-of cooed.
For the first time, an instinct jumped to my throat. I cooed. She cooed. I cooed. He cooed. I cooed. She cooed. He cooed. She cooed. I cooed. I starting moving my body in excitement while the other two laughed. The girl took my cage and cooed, and brought me to the counter.
The old man made her pay, and the boy and girl walked outside with me. Outside was a wonderful cliff overlooking the beach. Flowers covered the rich green ground and the girl slowly opened my cage. Another instinct; my wings slowly unfolded and I flew out of the cage, my pure white wings stretching. I landed on the girl's finger and cooed. She cooed. He cooed. And I cooed again and she lifted me up high. I cooed in triumph as I stretched my wings and flew away. I will never forget him or her.

In para 1 I think it would sound better if you changed flowers to feathers. It was a really sweet ending with the little bird being saved by the girl
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