For the love of a whipped cream
As a child I always ask the waiters not to forget to top my hot chocolate drink with lots of whipped cream.
So yummy, Whipped cream with hot chocolate- I can do this every day! ,that is how I thought to myself.
I think I consumed whipped cream more than fruits or veggies, I thought nothing can taste better than that.
On cold winter days, I will sneak Mitzi, our street cat, she was black and white, little chubby, looking for love, a petting hand, anything that will give her hope and some moment of happiness. I used to hide her in my room, from my parents. I set with my warm chocolate drink and of course the whipped cream on top ,and Mitsi set next to me .I was thinking to myself, I am doing well, I making a cat …show more content…
One day I set down and watch TV with my special drink ,right than a show about dairy industry came up ,and the cow had tears in her eyes. I looked closely gazing at the TV with disbelief. How can it be? I asked myself. She is happy to get rid of the milk; less heavy for her, well that what was always been told. I started to investigate the matter and learned the horrible truth about the dairy industry: cows are not happy! cows suffer. Cows locked in a dark place so dirty with no hope for better life of freedom. I looked at my whipped cream that in seconds ,turned into something I did not recognized anymore red ,yellow , infection, my hand started to shake and glass fell and my drink spilled. The Whipped cream was a symbol for good memories with Mitzi, and now Mitzi was really gone.
Shortly after that, I turned to Vegan life, could not look at whipped cream the same again, someone has to suffer for it, it did not look appealing and I gave it all up. Will never drink or eat from someone sufferings Ii think Mitzi is looking up from above and she is happy ,happy that I understood ,that things are not always what they seems to be, and I have a job in this world ,to be those crying cows
As a child I always ask the waiters not to forget to top my hot chocolate drink with lots of whipped cream.
So yummy, Whipped cream with hot chocolate- I can do this every day! ,that is how I thought to myself.
I think I consumed whipped cream more than fruits or veggies, I thought nothing can taste better than that.
On cold winter days, I will sneak Mitzi, our street cat, she was black and white, little chubby, looking for love, a petting hand, anything that will give her hope and some moment of happiness. I used to hide her in my room, from my parents. I set with my warm chocolate drink and of course the whipped cream on top ,and Mitsi set next to me .I was thinking to myself, I am doing well, I making a cat …show more content…
One day I set down and watch TV with my special drink ,right than a show about dairy industry came up ,and the cow had tears in her eyes. I looked closely gazing at the TV with disbelief. How can it be? I asked myself. She is happy to get rid of the milk; less heavy for her, well that what was always been told. I started to investigate the matter and learned the horrible truth about the dairy industry: cows are not happy! cows suffer. Cows locked in a dark place so dirty with no hope for better life of freedom. I looked at my whipped cream that in seconds ,turned into something I did not recognized anymore red ,yellow , infection, my hand started to shake and glass fell and my drink spilled. The Whipped cream was a symbol for good memories with Mitzi, and now Mitzi was really gone.
Shortly after that, I turned to Vegan life, could not look at whipped cream the same again, someone has to suffer for it, it did not look appealing and I gave it all up. Will never drink or eat from someone sufferings Ii think Mitzi is looking up from above and she is happy ,happy that I understood ,that things are not always what they seems to be, and I have a job in this world ,to be those crying cows