Anytime an animal died the adults said 'That's just the
way it is.' That's just the way it is...? I felt ashamed
for caring about the deer hit by the car, the deer killed
by my father. Better to just shut down and eat it's flesh.
Why do I care and my family doesn't? The neighbors don't.
My world wouldn't. 'She's like her Grandma Annie'. Eye rolls...we
all know how SHE was! I didn't know. If it were me
hit by that car instead of the deer, would it still be 'Just
the way it is?'
left to die, alone, left to rot in a puddle full of water
and his shattered leg meat. Passersby, even I, turn a blind
eye. Who am I to help? I'm just a child..."
work shows a soul who feels the pain of animals.
She doesn't understand why 'they' don't care and she does.
The pain continues.
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