Mom. I miss mom.
I miss having her next to me, and keeping me safe from everything.
Where did she go? Why did they take her? I heard her; calling to me. I couldn't reach.I was too small, and they were too big.
Now it's just me. I'm all alone in my pool, sitting in the corner, waiting for mom.
I miss mom. Why did they take her? She didn't do anything bad. I didn't do anything bad.
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Confinement
Short StoryI dream of freedom, just as every prisoner does. However, unlike them, I will never have it. - This is a story written in the point of view of a captured Orca, Nova, living and performing in SeaWorld since he was a young calf. It is to bring awarene...
