- if you are a vegan
- tell me and i will never serve you meat and/or try to question you about it
- but if you ever
- tell me that im a killer
- or try to make me feel bad
- for eating meat
ok but consider this: you should feel bad.
ok but consider this: i WILL eat you
I knew something was wrong immediately. Our daughter’s skin was grey. The nurses smuggled her out of the delivery room and into intensive care.
She was a week old before we were allowed to see her. My wife broke down and began sobbing as she ran from the hospital. I haven’t seen her since.
The doctors told me that our daughter seemed healthy, despite the colouration of her skin. The most terrifying piece of information they relayed to me was that her heart had not yet beaten. Not even once.
Eventually, they allowed me to take her home. She never cried or laughed or even smiled at me. She would just lie in her cot, staring at me whenever I checked on her.
I struggled to get her to feed. I tried everything but she refused each and every time. It was only this morning, with her aged 3 months, that I found the trick to get her to comply.
It’s feeding time now, so I head to her bedroom. I feel the cold envelop me as I push open the door and, as always, she’s in her cot; her gaze fixated on me. I walk towards her and watch as her eyes seem to grow with excitement; those eyes which are blacker than the eternal darkness of space.
I remove the bandage to expose my left hand, which is missing the 2 fingers she had for breakfast. I remind myself that she’s my daughter, my flesh and blood, and I will do anything for her. I love her.
I push my hand into the cot and turn my head as she begins to feed.