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I had a lovely life a nice dad and mom I moved out and in to a house my grandpa got me 15 years ago saying how I much I loved the country and he was correct.

I'm y/n l/n 35 I work as a butcher I live on a farm a three story house technically two but I'm counting the basement on the second story there is a balcony that wraps around to one bedroom to the next. out front it has a small garden not that big. there are stables for the horses it was huge and I only had three of them. I had a chicken coop I got some rosters but I had to kick them out of the coop and two acres of land for the cows and three for the horses.

I was living a good life I visited my parents but I couldn't do it often I lived two hours away from them. I got home after a tiring day of work to get a call from my mom she was crying "y-y/n your dad- h-he's d-dead" she said to me apparently he was coming home from work and drunk driver hit him. After that my mom moved in with me she took the masters bed room that wrapped around to my room we were together through it all good and bad days on the good days we would go down to a creek and just screw around with prince and Wesley. Prince is my dog but he looks like a mini dairy cow and a orange cat named Wesley I have always liked calling him my little tiger for some reason he doesn't mind water.

Two years later/ three days ago I get a call from the hospital saying my mom died from a heart attack I have kept my self in my house and refused to talk to people but today I have to go out to get food "I'm going to hate this you know what if anybody try's to talk to me I'll ignore them ya that's sounds good" I say talking to myself

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