I just came home from a long day at school and hockey practice, all sweaty and hungry ready to jump into the shower. I walk through the door and my brother comes up to me and tells me that one of my 4 chickens is dead. My heart just sank. The worst part of it all is that these hens meant so much to me, and my parents and brother are acting like its nothing. The body was lef tin the yard, half eaten by a cat or something, and I kindly asked my father to help me put it in a bag because I cannot bear to see it, nevermind touch it to bag it. He only replies with a "Its not my responsibility". And I just died. I just got back in from repairing the hole that I never noticed was in the fencing, and kindly asked again, sobbing, if someone would come out with me to bag her, and again, "there your chickens".
Im in the saddest mood I have ever been in.
And you know, I understand that they are my responsibility. But I do my best to buy them the most secure housing and good food that I can as a 16yr old student working a 15hr/ week job after school. And I do a good job for them and they are the happiest ever, and the one thing I ask of my parents, they cant help me with. Its so frustrating.
Im in the saddest mood I have ever been in.
And you know, I understand that they are my responsibility. But I do my best to buy them the most secure housing and good food that I can as a 16yr old student working a 15hr/ week job after school. And I do a good job for them and they are the happiest ever, and the one thing I ask of my parents, they cant help me with. Its so frustrating.
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