GOATS OF BANGLADESH

“What do you love most about life?”

“Life? Huh. Right.”

“What?”

“I have nothing to look forward to in life anymore. I have not felt a pinch of glee since the murder of my granddaughter. I had never in my wildest dreams thought that I'd have the fortune to live long enough to see myself become a grandmother, you know? It's such a special feeling. She was the most beautiful thing you could have ever imagined. 

She had such tiny limbs with the silkiest of fur, and her big wide eyes were just aching to explore her world. I cried when I first saw her. Both her legs would fit easily in your human hand. And she was so beautiful.
Her parents were taken away shortly after her birth, and I was left to watch over her. She became my world. I felt as if no matter what happened with my life, I'll be just fine if she was with me. I loved 
her with all my heart. She was all I had.

She died on her fifth day in this world. A few humans playing with her thought it was a good idea to throw rocks, and one of the kids picked up a big jagged brick and... well, she's gone now. And I wasn't there to save her, and it's my fault. I have failed.”

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