During my junior year of highschool, just before I started my second semester, my parents sat myself and my two siblings down in our living room. They told us that they had something important to tell us, and that they had waited this long to tell us because they had wanted us to enjoy the holidays. The last time they had done something like this, they were telling us our great grandmother had passed away. I was immediately worried that I would be attending my second funeral in a span of two years. What came next left me hollow: we had to remove all of our animals from our property. Growing up on a farm, I had always had animals in my life, and the thought of them leaving left me in silence.
At the time, my parents said it was because we
At the time, my parents said it was because we