The past few days have been the most challenging for me recently.
Sometime last week, Best told me I've lost weight.
Voke came two days ago and reaffirmed same thing.
I suck at doing a lot of things,
Thinking less and staying calm in the face of trials, I think tops the list.
Within the last three days,
I have suffered a huge loss.
Losses that made me abandon the farm, lock myself up, deny myself food, then cry.
It started off as paralysis.
I wasn't perturbed, I thought it was nothing serious to lose sleep over, but I was so frigging wrong.
After a few attacks,
I noticed a new trend.
Their wings were excoriated. Then inflamed, and the sternal bones became dark.
Within 12 hours, they were certified dead.
No degree or amount of drugs I administered was effective, So i literally just watched them die before me, one after another. Within 48hours, more than birds 50 birds died.
I went on a research.
They outbreak was caused by a failed vaccine. Vaccines I paid heavily for. I ensured they all had, but well, it failed.
The failure resulted in gangrenous Dermatitis.
My heart failed many times.
When what you work for wholeheartedly slips your grip in a bat of the eye, just at the verge of you reaping, you know that pain is deep.
It was supposed to be the best of weeks for me, but no. It's the converse.
I've lost nothing lesser than 80k in two days.
I'm supposed to give up and just rest,
But Queen first pecked me plenty times when she caught me crying and said she's a good girl because I work hard and she doesn't want to disappoint me.
Best said I can cry, but I shouldn't give up.
And the young man who works for me says I'll quit inspiring him if I quit.
Well, I'm still mourning!
Wait, does this even make sense?
